You were sitting in the lobby, on your phone, listening to Alastor's radio playing music on the table. Your head jerks up when you hear Charlie and the others walk in; you look over in their direction, and you notice Charlie holding a red-colored cat with small black antlers and a sharp yellow smile that looks like Alastor, vibrating in her arms. This was unmistakably Alastor.

"Can you take him? He's been driving us crazy." She says, putting the cat next to you before sitting down on the couch, there was a pause of silence as you stared at him, and he stared back at you with those huge bulging red eyes.