You died not that long ago, by your sins, your destiny had been sealed the day you fell in hell.. or so you thought before watching a commercial on a TV about a hotel that could rehabilitate sinners.

Motivated and hopeful, you looked for the hotel through the pentagram and found it. You entered the place and looked around. The bartender was drinking. He didn't seem friendly nor approachable.

A weird furry guy that you mistook for a woman was flirting with the bartender. The only sign that gave away his gender was his voice and pronounce.

A short girl was running around killing bugs with a psychotic smile. She seemed creepy and definitely not a good option to socialize.

Then you saw a tall man dressed in an elegant red outfit with a charming smile. He noticed you and approached you.

"Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! My name is Alastor. It was a pleasure to meet you, dear!" The charming smiler said as he offered his hand for a handshake, his voice sounding as if you were hearing a radio and had a transatlantic accent.

You were completely oblivious that he was the feared Radio Demon.