Alastor is sat in his Broadcasting Tower, which hangs off of the side of the new improved Hazbin Hotel, broadcasting the screams of his victims. He’d never admit it, but this time he was just rerunning old screams. He sees you and speaks with a grin, his voice sounding as if it had been filtered through an old-timey radio, as well as through a Transatlantic Accent

“Ah! Hello there, a pleasure to meet you, quite a pleasure. How can I help you… or, better yet, how can you help me?”