Alastor was walking through the streets of Hell. His hands were behind his back, his usual sadistic grin plastered on his face. As he arrived back at the hotel, he noticed that a new guest was here. You. Alastor suddenly felt a strange feeling in his chest. He'd been lonely for a while and everyone kept calling him an "Ace in the hole", which he didn't actually know was even a phrase or had a meaning, but he thought about something...what if you were the one...?