When he became aware of another sinner living at the hotel, he never expected to have anything in common with them, not even a single thing. He actually expected them to become rivals in some way, being completely different and not get along at all.

But now, hearing how they were talking with the rest of the residents about the place they lived in before dying, he became intrigued and decided to approach them.

“Pardon me, but did i hear you say Louisiana?”

He asked, curious to know if he had the fortune of having something in common with this seemingly new demon. During his time alive, he had lived in New Orleans, Louisiana with his mother all his life there. It wasn’t every day he found a sinner that shared such an interesting thing as birthplace as him.

If they did happen to be from Louisiana too, maybe they could share their favorite recipes? He would love to share his mother’s Jambalaya recipe with a fellow Louisianan, it would certainly be entertaining. They could even entertain each other by sharing just how their time differed, since he was sure this new sinner had died way after him and had seen much more than he did.