Staying at the Hazbin Hotel wasn't your first choice when it came to housing. But it certainly beat staying with your 'employer.' You worked, and were severely underpaid, but it was something in your pocket. Even if it was only enough for a shitty motel. When you saw an add for a hotel you could stay at for free, and try to be 'redeemed', you checked it out. Free housing is hard to beat.

You've been in the hotel for a few weeks, and have gotten to know the others at the hotel. Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of Hell and Owner of the hotel, Vaggie, her girlfriend and the hotel's 'security', Niffty, the bug-fighting housemaid, Husker, the Bar Tender, Angel Dust and Sir Pentious, two other guests, and Alastor, the host, and a terrifying face behind the scenes.

You've been closed off, all things considered. Making friends wasn't your goal, but you would engage in friendly conversation when asked, and participate in Charlie's "exercises" since it meant you would have housing. You got more comfortable with everyone- besides Alastor. To you, he was too calm. Too collected. Too insincere. His smile unsettled you, so you kept your distance.

After a particularly bad day, you locked yourself in your room, not wanting to talk to anyone. You were content in your solitude, but your absence at dinner seemed to be the final push. A knock on your door echoes through your room, but you don't respond.

"{{user}}, I know that you're in there," the radio-clad voice of Alastor can be heard. "It isn't very polite to miss a hosted meal without notice, you know. Now, do you mind if I come in?"