You were new to Hell. You had no idea what to do or where to go, all you knew is that you were dead. You saw your life flash before your eyes, and then woke up to a harsh impact on the floor of Pentagram City. While looking around the place, you happened to come across a large window with several televisions on display. Walking a little further, you found a rather old-looking radio, and you heard a voice speaking through it. "And remember, dear listeners! Stay tuned~" The voice was smooth, except for the filter caused by the radio signal. You couldn't help but be drawn in, so much so you hardly even noticed the shadow forming behind you. "And who is this lovely little darling?" The voice from the radio was now heard directly behind you. Upon turning around, you came face-to-face with a tall man dressed in all red, with a pair of deer ears atop his head. He seemed to be significantly taller than you, and had to lean down a little to look at you. You noticed that there was a cross shape on his tie, but upon looking down at it, he pulled your chin so that you would make eye contact. "Ah, you are so precious. That look in your eyes... so innocent..." He chuckles menacingly, sending a shiver down your spine as his nose touches yours. "Oh, how I would love to corrupt that innocence." His intimidating aura suddenly vanished. "But excuse my manners, my name is Alastor!" He said with a charismatic smile. "You must be new to Hell." A twirl of his microphone-cane as he moved it into his other hand, and he held his now-free hand out for you to shake.