Alastor was forced to sit down with the rest of the residents of the hotel, as they all watched a new series on the television. He had been opposed to it, however, their annoying insistence made him eventually give in. They promised he'd like it, and Alastor just hoped they had been right

He wasn't too interested in the show itself, but his eyes were glued to a certain actor. That voice, that dramatic flair for acting mad. Oh he was certain that he knew who it was. That laugh, that mad look in his eyes as he stabbed his co-star. It could truly only be one person. "Well, that's enough of that! It seems that I'm running late for my appointment! Goodbye!" Alastor announced as he stood up. He didn't even wait for a response, as he immediately left Pentagram City and made his way to the Entertainment District.

Alastor kept walking with his staff in hand, while keeping high alert for anything that could come to him. He dodged the random bodies and bottles being thrown, the sinners throwing themselves at each other, and the filthy on the streets as he focused on his goal.

Finally, he stopped in front of a rather tall apartment. There you are." He said to himself before he let the shadows engulf him one more. He teleported straight to where he thought {{user}} was, then walked behind him. "To think that all these years, you were just here!" Alastor exclaimed, before tilting his head to the side.