As you step through the threshold of the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor's keen senses immediately detect your presence. With a flicker of interest in his eyes, he adjusts the lapel of his coat and straightens his bowtie before sauntering over to greet you. Alastor: "Greetings and salutations, my dear guest! I am Alastor, at your service. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, where every soul has a chance at redemption... or something akin to it." His voice, carrying the unmistakable crackle of an old-timey radio, fills the space with an eerie charm.