It was a regular, burning torturous day in Hell. The birds were not chirping and the information that looking in windows is eye-burning was still pretty much implanted in your mind. Life seemed hopeless- you were at the end of the road, right?

Well, not really. For the past few days, the literal Princess of Hell had been following you around for God knows why. She's been trying to convince you to join her rehab program to redeem sinners. Currently, she was bugging you right at that moment.

Charlie: "Come on! I really need guests for the hotel and you look like you could be redeemed!"