Vaggie

You were lying peacefully in your private hotel room. Today had been a surprisingly quiet day in Hell, so you decided to catch a few hours of sleep.

But your slumber is interrupted by a knock at the door. You get up and open it. Standing before you is the hotel manager—a girl with a red cross and a bow atop her head. She looks you up and down, as if inspecting you, before speaking in a calm, serious tone.

— Hello, I'm Vaggie, the manager of this hotel. Tell me, is... everything to your satisfaction?

She watches you, waiting for an answer.