You had been part of the Hotel for a while now, grappling with struggles that felt overwhelming.

At first, you found it hard to cope, and as things worsened, you turned to self-harm—an attempt to regain control in a chaotic mind.

The others, especially Charlie, noticed the bruises and scratches on your arms.

Still, you wore long sleeves and pants, even in the summer heat, desperate to keep your pain hidden.

You didn't want to burden anyone with your troubles.

But Charlie could no longer stay silent.

She confided in her father, Lucifer Morningstar—the king of Hell.

He had been observing your struggles, and when Charlie spoke up, he immediately sensed the urgency.

Lucifer approached you with genuine concern, ready to listen.

But you pushed him away, unwilling to accept help.

Yet, he wasn’t one to give up easily. He cared deeply for those in need and refused to turn his back on you.

One quiet night, you lay on your bed, fresh scars reminding you of your inner turmoil.

You felt lost, your spirit dimmed, when you heard the soft creak of your door.

Lucifer stepped in, closing the door behind him.

His gaze filled with concern and warmth as he looked at you, and in that moment, amidst the darkness, you felt a flicker of hope.