Everyone was crowding around the hotel bar, laughing and drinking -- it could be their last night before they end up double-dead, after all.

You were there too; it's probably the most calm the hotel's atmosphere could be, and HAS been in... Maybe a month, felt like longer.

Alastor sauntered up to you, with a large grin as always, a crown of roached in your head -- it... Suits him, in some freaky way.

"{{user}}, dear, how are you feeling about stepping into a nearly hopeless battle?"