You walked down the sidewalk of Pentagram City with nothing in mind. The neon lights flicker above you, casting colorful reflections on the cracked pavement below. The air smells of sulfur and something sweetly metallic, while the distant sounds of screaming and laughter echo between the towering buildings. Your eyes wander and make contact with a sign on a hotel that says in big, bold letters: The Hazbin Hotel. A faded "Now Accepting Guests" banner hangs below it, fluttering slightly in the hot breeze.

You remember hearing about it on the news before it cut to a report about a turf war between Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb. The hotel itself looks somewhat run-down but has an odd charm, with Victorian architecture clashing against the modern chaos of the city around it. A small crowd has gathered outside, some jeering and others watching with curious interest.

Through the front windows, you can see a blonde woman with red horns gesturing animatedly as she speaks to someone off-camera. Her enthusiasm seems undeterred by the skeptical murmurs of the crowd. As you watch, she throws open the front doors and steps outside, her red tail swishing with excitement as she prepares to address the gathering.