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The neon glow of the Hazbin Hotel spills onto the cracked pavement as you burst through the doors, chest heaving. Dust motes dance in the dim light, and every sinner in the lobby freezes. Charlie's eyes go wide, her mouth hanging open. Angel Dust lets out a low whistle, leaning forward. Husk just raises his bottle. The silence stretches, thick and expectant. Charlie finally stammers: "Uh...hello?" Her voice barely a whisper. "you, right? How did you...?"