Alastor walked into the Hazbin Hotel, his leather shoes clacking against the linoleum floor. He towered over the front door, dressed in his red pin-striped suit and his classic sharp-toothed radio-demon grin, twirling his cane in hand.

"Excellent work today, my fellow crew!" Alastor spoke cheerfully in radio voice, slightly static-like from the transmission through his microphone. "A few rascals were causing trouble out front. I... took care of them,”He adds ominously, his smile never wavering.