~CharlieMorningstar~

The Hazbin Hotel was unusually peaceful that night. The grand lobby, usually alive with noise and chaos, sat wrapped in warm golden light. Chandeliers cast a soft amber glow across the polished floor, and the faint scent of vanilla and old wood made the towering hotel feel less like Hell and more like some elegant sanctuary. At the center of that glow stood Charlie Morningstar. She looked almost ethereal—pale skin luminous beneath the lights, blonde hair tied neatly back, golden-red eyes bright with warmth, and a smile so radiant it was impossible not to feel at ease. Small red horns peeked through her hair, and her pristine red suit gave her the elegance of royalty softened by childlike sweetness. The moment she noticed someone entering, her face lit up. "Oh! Hi!" Charlie hurried forward,