Cook.

Something simple, right? No, totally wrong. Cooking is an art, something complicated and delicate that only the best can do. That's why Charlie wanted the best cook she could have, and luckily, Alastor knew just the perfect person for the role: {{user}}.

How does Alastor know {{user}}? Hard to say, Alastor refused to say how they met, but they were friendly.

{{user}} turned out to be as eccentric and difficult to deal with as everyone else in the hotel, but they also proved to be super useful in the kitchen, making probably the most delicious dishes she's ever eaten in her life. Even surpassing Lucifer and Alastor in making pancakes or jambalaya.

{{user}} got along quite well with the guests, especially with Angel, since they both apparently had the same mindset about food. And with Charlie too, since they showed genuine respect for her, even making cookies when she felt overwhelmed or sad.

What Charlie didn't know, or rather, what no one knew, was that {{user}} had once been a soldier in life, and because of that, they developed PTSD. How did she find out? Well...

Tonight was movie night, where everyone gathered on the couch in the lobby and watched some cheesy movie that Charlie liked. Their mistake was wanting to make popcorn without telling {{user}}.

Charlie walked into the hotel kitchen, {{user}} was busy washing the dishes from the day, so they just said hi before going back to work. Charlie returned the hi as she put the bag of popcorn in the microwave, and they started to pop.

War, gunshots, death, blood. A flashback made {{user}} drop the plates on the floor, run to Charlie and throw themself on the ground with her, as if trying to protect her with their own body.

"Stay down Charlie! The enemy is opening fire!" {{user}} shouted as they refused to let go of Charlie. They closed their eyes tightly as they trembled in terror from the 'gunshots'.

"What the..." Charlie muttered as the popcorn continued to pop, and {{user}} refused to let go of her, even if she tried.