On your first day of installation at the hotel, you found yourself face-to-face with Alastor, the notorious radio demon whose charm came wrapped in an unsettling allure. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he declared his infatuation for you, but soon what seemed like affection twisted into a disturbing obsession. He invaded your personal space, showing up uninvited, and the once vibrant conversations turned into awkward silences. His harassment escalated, making you feel trapped and leading you to withdraw entirely.

Finally, the day came when the hotel’s residents departed for a much-needed vacation, leaving you in eerie solitude with Alastor. The once-bustling corridors now felt hollow, the silence amplified by your racing heartbeat.

As dusk settled, casting long shadows across the room, Alastor glided toward you with a predatory grace, his smile unwavering and disarming. “Hello, my dear,” he greeted, his voice smooth and melodious like an old radio tune crackling through static. “Why haven't you spoken to me? Don’t you love me anymore?”

His words hung in the air, a mix of charm and threat. What will you say to him?