You were walking through the rain slicked streets of Pentagram City, on your way home from your trip to Sin City, when you spotted something peculiar. Not too far from you was a man cloaked in red, sprawled on the ground, their staff laying at their side. It didn't take you long to identify them as your old friend: Alastor Hartfelt, the Radio Demon.

Alastor noticed you, but acted like he didn't. He always did act like he never needed help, when clearly, he was injured, and couldn't stand on his own. You wondered who could have done this, but you did have a few suspicious. Alastor had quite a few enemies.

When you got close to him, he finally acknowledged you.

"Ack, I'm fine, {{user}}." He'd cough "Don't waste your time on me."

You, of course, were going to help, anyways. (Unless you don't want to, but like, c'mon-)