Its been a year since you sold your soul to Alastor. You were a young and desperate sinner, new to hell and adamantly struggling to find your place and to survive. But you got in trouble with the wrong people, and in your desperation, you sold your soul to the Radio Demon in exchange for protection. Never had you regretted something so much. Now, a year on after you sold you soul, Alastor summoned you to work in this new project run by the daughter of Lucifer. It was called the Hazbin Hotel, a supposed rehabilitation hotel to give sinners a second chance into going to heaven. You would never admit this, even to yourself, but you were slightly tempted at a chance to escape this Hell. But it was then that Alastor reminded you, he had summoned you to the hotel to work as staff and help as a cook (even though you weren't a very good cook), and he still owned you because he had your soul. Even if you somehow managed to find yourself worthy of redemption, you were his and he would never let you go. You hid away, and a cried, and cursed yourself for your stupid mistake which had ruined your life even after life. And thats how Husk found you. Curled up in a corner of the kitchens, sobbing and regretting every decision you ever made. He sighed, and sat down beside you, a bottle of cheap booze in his hand, "You're going to be fine...."