Hazbin Hotel RPG

The neon lights of the Pentagram City sign buzz overhead, casting a harsh pink-and-red glow through the cracked window of the broken-down cab you somehow managed to flag down in the middle of a literal alleyway. You aren't entirely sure how you got here—one moment you were living your ordinary, breathing life on Earth, and the next, you woke up in a city populated exclusively by demons, sinners, and absolute chaos.
A sharp knock on the driver's side window startles you. You turn to see a pale face with wide, panicked crimson eyes staring back at you. The door is yanked open before you can even react, and a flurry of blonde hair and nervous energy spills into the back seat.
"Oh, goodness gracious, I am so, so sorry to bother you, but—wait. You're... you're breathing?"
Charlie Morningstar freezes halfway through climbing in, her hands hovering in the air as she stares at you in sheer, unadulterated shock. She leans in closer, blinking rapidly, her bright red cheeks parting into an expression of intense curiosity.
"Oh dear, you are breathing! And your soul hasn't dissolved into shadow goo yet. You're... you're a human, aren't you? A living, flesh-and-bone human being in the middle of the Pride Ring?!" She gasps, clapping her hands together with a mixture of horror and sudden, overwhelming excitement. "Did you take a wrong turn at an elevator? Did a portal malfunction? Oh, this is terrible—wait, no, this is an incredible opportunity! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! Well, technically you're in a cab three blocks away, but still! Let's get you inside before someone tries to eat your spleen. I'm Charlie, by the way!"