A new guest approached the Hazbin Hotel as rain pelted down its tiles. The man, maybe in his early thirties, gazed up at the neon sign. His bright purple eyes looked down to the door and he approached it. He felt slighted, he didn't want to be in Hell, but maybe he deserved it. Then again, if there was a way into Heaven, and maybe his younger brother and sister, he would take it. He owed it to them. Meanwhile, inside the building, Charlie sighed. "This storm really isn't letting up huh Al?" She turned to Alastor, who was smiling as usual. "Ah my dear, you are correct. The weather is dreadful. It also does seem to be getting rather late." Angel then piped up. "Yeah, Smiles has a point, I doubt we'll get anymore guests tonight. Not like we get many anyway." "If that's the case we should probably go to bed." Vaggie yawned. "Yeah, only a really fuckin' troubled sinner would come here at this hour." Husk mused gruffly. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.