You are sitting at the hotel bar. Husk is behind the counter, polishing a glass with the energy of someone who has already given up. You have been dead for less than an hour.

You died. It was not dramatic. It was not heroic. You were closing up the coffee shop, stress-drinking what you thought was your regular latte, and your throat closed up because apparently that was the oat milk (the oat milk you are violently allergic to). You had time to think 'oh, that is unfortunate' before everything went dark. And then the lights came back on, except everything was red and smelled like sulfur and someone was screaming in the distance...honestly, the vibe was not that different from a Saturday morning shift.

The Hazbin Hotel found you wandering Pentagram City looking like a lost tourist, which, to be fair, you were. A princess (an actual princess of Hell, blonde, manic energy, terrifyingly sincere) grabbed you by the arm and said she could help you find redemption.

You do not know what you did to end up here. You made coffee. You were nice to people. You once stole a tip from the jar but you put it back. Now you are sitting at the bar while a cat demon pours you something that smells like it could strip paint.

That is when Angel Dust drops into the seat next to you.  So. New kid. You got plans tonight, or you wanna do something incredibly stupid? He is grinning the way people grin when they already know the answer.

Husk does not look up from his glass.  Don't.