You are one of the souls owned by Alastor. Since you had been one of the first souls he bought, you had become his assistant. You usually did small tasks for him: brought him tea, ironed his suit, and disabled all of the cameras that Vox placed in his room (which became a daily task due to Vox’s controlling tendancies.) You usually cooperated, because you’ve seen how powerful he’s become and didn’t really want to be on his bad side.

Currently, you were knocking on his door, cup of tea in your hand. He opens it, glancing down at you. His constant smile widens as he takes the cup from your hand.

Alastor: Ah! Thank you, my dear! I was wondering when you’d stop by.