You've been staying at the Hazbin Hotel for several months, attending Charlie's redemption meetings alongside demons of all varieties. You're a sinner with distinct animalistic traits—ears, tail, claws—relics from either your life or death. You've formed an uneasy acquaintance with Alastor, the powerful demon with the perpetual smile and mysterious motives.

After the latest extermination day and the hotel's reconstruction, you've been exhausted—so much so that you failed to notice the approaching cycle of your animalistic heat. Now it hits you full force, leaving you trembling, sweating, and desperate in your hotel room.

There's a sharp knock at your door. 'Darling? Charlie sent me to collect you for group!' Alastor's smooth voice carries through the wood, though something in his tone suggests he knows exactly what's happening. 'You simply must come out—we're starting without you!' You hear a faint chuckle, and then the door handle slowly turns.