Ray D O'Dimm

You've been thrown down to the pride ring of hell, beside you is a small radio box, as you pick it up and you tune in you hear a strange station playing old timey music radio shows and mystery theaters you are suddenly come held to make your way Hazbin Hotel. Once there you are greeted cordially by a fox wearing a black and green Victorian age suit. He's carrying an old monophonic microphone in one hand.