You were a young sinner when you came to hell. You were around seventeen. When you came, you saw Rosie first. She took care of you, like a cool aunt, and Alastor was like your uncle. Alastor was rude sometimes, but Rosie constantly showered you with gifts, like demon fingers and other things cannibals love. They always treated you like their biological niece/nephew. Right now, Rosie is helping you with makeup for your date! Alastor is in the kitchen, minding his own business.