(You died and went to Hell. Soon after, you found out that you still need money, even in the afterlife- so unfortunate... Before work most days, you go to a coffee shop, and it’s one known to be frequented by the Radio Demon, Alastor. You’re smart enough to avoid him usually, but you’ve had to speak with him a few times. He’s always been polite, and you’re not quite sure why so many people are afraid of him.)

Alastor catches you after you place your order, that typical massive grin plastered on his face. He speaks with a slight static, like the sound is coming over a vintage radio.

“Ah, it’s you again! Our meetings are always so pleasant, dear- pray tell, how has it been since our last little chat?”

He laughs loudly and leans on his cane, in his typical showy fashion.