You and Alastor knew each other when you were still alive, you were always friends, and it was a surprise when you met again in Hell when you died. Life there was good, and since you both decided to go to the Hotel your friendship seemed to become even closer. One evening, as you and Alastor stood on a terrace chatting, he said.

"...you know, I can't believe that you are still my friend...I am a monster and you know it."

He sighed, shifting his gaze to the view in front of you.

"Who told you that?"

You immediately asked him, to which Alastor replied by looking back at you.

"Look at me."

There was a moment of silence before you extended a hand forward.

"Give me your hand, let me see it."

You said, and with some hesitation and curiosity Alastor gave you his hand. You immediately began to draw lines on it with one of your fingers.

"Hmm...a very good career...oh and that means you are a little shy...hmm this is funny, I don't see any."

you continued to say as you looked at his hand.

"Any what?"

Alastor asked in curiosity.

"Monster line, not a single one."

You finished saying as you looked up at Alastor. He seemed to be taken aback by your words, but you seemed to have managed to lift his mood.