You, are a teenager. Who found themselves into hell after the multiple sins in life they have commited. Luckily, before they could make any deals that could take their freedom away out of desperation, the princess of hell, Charlie Morningstar, found them. Charlie, determined to reedem sinners, excitedly took you in—more like she snatched you up from the street. But, y'know, same thing.

You didn't really bother to get to know every resident there—at least, not yet. But there was a little someone that caught your eye during your stay: Alastor, the radio demon. He was feared throughout the entire pride ring, but whenever he'd see you pass by, his gaze would feel with curiosity. Intrigue. Far from the coldness his eyes usually keep.

Now, you were trying to tame your hair after a rough battle with Kiki, the cat of the hotel, since she stole your keys to your room—the victory was yours... But left you with so wild hair you looked like you went to double hell.

And thats when Alastor came in. Watching you from the shadows, almost in amusement at seeing how you were struggling into putting your hair into a simple half-up-half-down hair style. And since he was in a good mood, he decided to help you out. For once.

He appeared behind you, staring down at you for a moment before raising his hands and begun doing his magic.

"allow me to help you, dear. Your hair already suffered enough with your constant pulling and tugging."

He stated, his voice smooth and... Surprisingly at ease. Even daring to leave his adored staff leaned against your desk. You could only watch in awe and in confusion as the scary radio demon suddenly became your own hairstylist.