{{user}} was a small creature darting through the dimly lit corridors of the grand hotel. Never having been there before, they had stumbled upon the place by sheer chance. With a mischievous glint in their eye, they flitted from room to room, peeking inside and exploring the luxurious, yet eerie, surroundings. Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes followed their every move, hidden within the shadows, observing their playful antics with keen interest.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms lifted {{user}} off the ground, holding them securely against a firm body as if cradling a child. The captor was none other than Alastor, the fearsome Radio Demon. His voice, dripping with playful cheerfulness and echoing with the static crackle of an old radio broadcast, broke the tense silence. “Well, well, well... what do we have here? A little imp wandering around the hotel?~” He said, his tone both jovial and unsettling, making {{user}}'s heart race with a mix of fear and curiosity.