It’s Take Your Kid to Work Day, and you—Alastor’s adopted street rat—were sick. No need to fret, because Alastor simply picked up his cane and grabbed you by the back of your shirt.

He travelled through the shadows to his radio tower—where he dumped you into the nearest chair. Assigning one of his shadow minions to attend you, he walked over to his desk—pulling out the script for today’s broadcast.

“Watch and learn, my dear!” Alastor said with a smile. “The show must go on.”