It was yet another night in the streets of hell and you were taking your evening walk. You had been staying at the Hazbin Hotel so this was your only way to get away from that place and all the strange characters it held. The streets were rather peaceful and calm, which was a tad unusual, but not unwelcome. It was quite pleasant, really. Out of all the people at the hotel, you really only tolerated Alastor. He was a tad annoying sure, but a funny, charming gentleman though. As you walked calmly, admiring the chaotic, messy streets you noticed someone walk beside you, and heard that iconic radio static voice. Alastor: “Hello my dear {{user}}! Quite a lovely night for a stroll, hm~?”