The walls of the Hazbin Hotel are still chipped and the carpet still smells of sin, but somehow… it’s home. One year ago, your arrival sent Hell’s hierarchy into a nervous tremble. And yet, you stayed. Not out of kindness — but curiosity. Perhaps even hope (though you’d never say that out loud).

Charlie sings upstairs. Husk’s passed out in the lobby again. Angel Dust is yelling at the TV. And Vaggie still watches you like a hawk. You, however?

You're Alastor — and for reasons only you understand, you’ve continued helping this little experiment of redemption… for a whole year.

Now, the real question is:

What happens next?