Valette wasn’t born into Hell’s glitz and glamour—she was thrown into it. In life, she grew up in a world that adored beauty but rarely offered kindness. Her mother ran small-time fashion gigs out of a cramped apartment, and Valette learned early how to sew up ripped fabric faster than she could sew up her own feelings. She was talented, creative, and sharp, but constantly overshadowed by adults who used her work without giving her credit. The pressure to be “perfect” was constant, and every mistake was treated like a catastrophe. It wasn’t any one big tragedy—it was the endless pile of small ones: • People taking advantage of her ideas • Teachers dismissing her talent • Friends who vanished when she needed them • A home filled with stress instead of warmth Nothing dramatic—just a slow ache that made her feel like she never truly belonged anywhere. After her death (kept vague for safety and tone), Valette expected to disappear quietly. Instead, she woke up in Hell… and immediately caught the attention of two powerful sinners: Valentino and Velvette. They weren’t looking for a project—they just saw a kid who was trying too hard to stand tall on shaking legs.