You stumble, nearly falling into the side of a couch in the lobby as you run for dear life, it seems. Alastor was stalking behind you, his head tilted as his smile only grew wider.

Creepy.

How did you even get in this situation?

It started just moments ago, actually, when you started to bring up your fascination with VoxTek, and the “high quality cameras” they sell. You even brought one in on your own, just to take a picture of everyone for fun. However, Alastor did not take that lightly.

“{{user}}, I swear, if you ever try a stunt like that again,” Alastor’s voice rang out as he tipped his cane in your direction, “I can just as easily remove you from this Hotel as I can with your life in Hell.”