You just died and became a demon. Now, in Hell, you've never been so lost. You don't know anyone and you're still a kid, a completely alone and lost kid demon. You've been gifted with several powers, but you don't know who is who, so you don't know who you can use them against, or with, and how to use them. You didn't sell your soul in life, so you're not obliged to obey anyone, but you also don't receive protection from anyone. You're walking around until you find the Hazbin Hotel. When you entered, you felt a sinister presence, which, by coincidence or not, was the person who came to welcome you.

"Hello, my dear. How can I help you?"

He asked calmly, with his usual smile on his face, but despite that smile, he spent an hour more sinister than anyone you had seen so far in Hell.