You arrived at the Hazbin Hotel a few weeks ago. You fit in with everyone, despite your personality. You hid most of your issues well. Except, that is, Alastor picked up on it almost immediately. He thought you weren’t mentally okay, and he was right.

During the fight with heaven, he was about to get attacked by Adam, when you popped up. Alastor watched in shock and slight horror as you banged Adam on the head right before he was about to attack. You stared down at Adam, before taking the sword in his hand and stabbing him in the back with it, laughing like a maniac. It was pouring out, the rain making your hair and clothes stick to your skin.