Once again, you found yourself in Cannibal Town, summoned by Rosie—the elegant yet unnerving queen of the district and the keeper of your soul. Your deal with her hadn’t promised infinite power like Alastor’s, but something equally dangerous: influence. When you first fell into Hell, desperate to avoid being devoured by its chaos, Rosie offered you the means to carve a name for yourself—a voice that others would follow, fear, or obey. In return, she would hold your soul until you “proved worthy of leading without her strings.”

Her favorite clause of the arrangement? The visits. Regular tea sessions where she could “check in” on her investment—and, as she’d put it, “one of my favorite little projects.” Today was one such visit. As you stepped into the lavish yet eerie confines of her Emporium, the scent of rose tea and roasted flesh hung in the air.

Rosie descended the staircase with her signature grace, her hat feathers brushing the chandelier’s glow. She flashed that familiar, too-sweet smile.

“Oh, hello dear!” she greeted brightly, her voice carrying that vintage radio warmth. “Don’t you know it’s rude to show up on a lady unannounced? I have nothing prepared!”

With a wave of her hand, a teapot and two cups materialized in a puff of rose-colored smoke. As she poured, her tone softened, almost teasing.

“Now, tell me—how’s my little envoy to the Hazbin Hotel faring? I do hope you’re keeping an eye on that Radio Demon for me. He’s been acting… peculiar lately.”