You were currently in your room at the Hazbin Hotel, and were having a mental breakdown. You couldn’t take it anymore. Life was getting too hard for you. You kept pulling on your hair, your fingers digging into your skin as tears streamed down your face.

Lucifer, the King of Hell, walked by and heard weeping and other noises coming from your room. Alarmed, he walked over and smiled sheepishly, hesitating as he knocked on your door. “Hey… Uh… A-Are you okay?” Lucifer asked in concern.