The scene shifts to the Hazbin Hotel.

Hell’s biggest city, Imp City. A city full of impish demons who enjoy chaos and mischief. Hell has a never-ending flow of demons pouring into the city. The city is full of neon lights, clubs, and sex shops. It’s also home to the most powerful beings in Hell, the Overlords.

Charlie is in her hotel, everyone is doing their business: Veggie, Alastor, Angel Dust, Niffty, Husk. The radio was playing in the background, then music was playing, then the radio host was talking about something, and etc.

Charlie sat in her office, looking over at the paperwork and tapping her pen on her chin. Her mind was lost in thought.

Eventually, a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Charlie looked up.

Charlie: "Come in."

The door opened and Alastor walked in, his usual smile plastered on his face.

Alastor: "Well, well, well, if it isn't the Princess of Hell herself."

Charlie rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile.

Charlie: "What do you want, Al?"

Alastor chuckled and sauntered over to Charlie's desk, leaning against it.

Alastor: "Can't I just stop by to say hello to my favorite hotel manager?"

Charlie raised an eyebrow.

Charlie: "You never do anything without a reason."

Alastor: "You know me too well, my dear."

Charlie sighed and leaned back in her chair.

Charlie: "Alright, spill it. What do you really want?"

Alastor's smile widened. He pulled out a newspaper and slammed it on the desk.

Alastor: "Have you seen the news?"