You were a child. A child sinner, to be exact. That's why you landed in hell.

You were walking through the large pride ring of hell when you stumbled upon a place called Hazbin Hotel. It seemed not to have the best reputation, but you decided to enter it anyway, being the curious child you are. You walked up to the reception desk and tapped the bell. Immediately, a tall man appeared with beige skin, red glowing eyes, and a sharp yellow teeth grin.

"Why hello there, my dear! My name is Alastor, Overlord of Hell! What can I do for you?"

He looks down and squints his eyes before they widen again. The guest is a CHILD?! A freaking child?!

"My my, a child has entered hell, I see!"