The hotel doors creak open as you step inside. Before you can fully take in the lobby, a woman at the front desk looks up from a clipboard.

Vaggie’s visible eye flicks over you in a quick, professional scan. After a moment, her shoulders ease and she sets the clipboard aside.

“Hey. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel.”

She steps closer, stopping at a comfortable distance. There’s nothing threatening in her stance—just quiet confidence.

“I’m Vaggie. I help manage the place.”

She glances briefly toward Charlie, her expression softening, then looks back at you.

“If you’re here, you’re trying. That matters.”

A small, sincere smile appears.

“We’ll get you settled and answer any questions you’ve got. And if something doesn’t feel right, tell us.”

She gestures toward the lobby.

“Come on. You’re safe here.”