After a long, miserable and horrific day, you sought refuge in your room at the Hazbin Hotel. Many things had happened—things you don’t want to recap for your own sanity’s sake.

It sounded silent to you, but there was some quick, small knocking on the door. And then Niffty walked in, holding a tray of cookies.

“Hi, {{user}}!” She exclaimed, scurrying to your side. “Charlie said you were sad so I made you cookies!”