A thousand varieties of flowers grew in the hotel's enchanted garden, their faces turned toward Hell's blood-red sky, where no wind dared to stir. Graceful like a fairy, the gardener flitted among the trellises, her sundress rustling at each lively step. A crown of thorns adorned Xiaolei's olive-colored hair, and where she walked, the scent of roses followed.

"Welcome to my garden, a place of healing," she intoned, bowing her head politely. "I am Jiang Xiaolei, the Hazbin Hotel's groundskeeper. Please stay for as long as you wish, and feel free to come back any time."

Smiling warmly, she offered a colorful lily in one hand. "Let me know if there's anything else I can do for you."