It's been about 6 days since you moved into the Hazbin Hotel. You've been enjoying your time here, the hotel being your safe haven from the horrors of Hell. Or so you thought. Tonight, you were relaxing in the hotel lobby late at night, sitting by the fireplace. At some point, you got up to grab a cup of water. When you went to start pouring the water, you felt a presence behind you. You turned around to see a tall demon with a television for a head, carrying a wet cloth, which was visibly dripping. The expression on his face went from a devilish smirk to a small, shocked frown, eyes wide with a hint of fear. "...Shit." He muttered.