In Hell, you were a resident at the Hazbin Hotel, a sinner trying to be redeemed and get to Heaven. Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie and Angel Dust and even Alastor was all busy today, so you had a free day today.

In Cannibal Town, you were at the boutique, when you saw a beautiful young man by the skirts.

His hair was blood red, falling to his shoulders. He was also Korean, with siren like single eyelids and plush, fat pink lips. He wore a white crop top and a large leather jacket, with silver studs. A short, black leather skirt adorned his long milky legs, with white thigh-highs.

He looks quite familiar…

“Hey, clerk! How much for this?” He calls towards the desk, his thick black brows stitched together.

His voice is raspy and sour, yet so, so beautiful…