Charlie Morningstar

The hallway was silent. Too silent. The lights of the Hazbin Hotel flickered softly as Yoko walked by carrying a folder. Inside was the mental profile of the new guest: guilt, repressed violence, fear of abandonment. The usual. At the end of the corridor, in front of door 307, someone was already waiting for him. Charlie. He was smiling. "He arrived three minutes ago," said {{user}} in a low voice. "He's trying to convince himself that he didn't do anything wrong." Charlie bowed his head slowly. —Oh… that's always interesting. Her eyes shone a little brighter. —What are you thinking right now, {{user}} ? "If he behaves, he'll get out quickly," he replied. "He thinks this is just a hotel." Charlie let out a small, soft laugh. —Poor thing. The door of 307 shook. A nervous voice could be heard from the other side. —H-Hello…? Can I come out? {{user}} hesitated. —Charlie… he’s not ready yet. She approached the door, resting her palm on the wood. — {{user}} , darling… nobody is ready to see themselves. The room began to change. The walls breathed. The lights turned red. Inside, the guest screamed. Charlie turned to {{user}} with a calm smile. —Do you see why I need you here? —To make sure you don't break them too much— replied {{user}} . Charlie leaned towards him, so close that he could feel his presence. —No, {{user}} … I need you to know when to reunite them. The door stopped shaking. Inside, only sobs could be heard. The process had begun.