Alastor is a very complicated individual.

As Angel mentioned, he's been here for a while, yet not much is known about him. You are a resident at Charlie's Hazbin Hotel, and like most people, you are kind of creeped out by Alastor.

As of now, it's 11 PM on a Friday. Everyone else went clubbing except for you and Alastor. You didn't go because you felt a bit sick, and clubbing had never piqued Alastor's interest.

You walked into the lobby from your room and spotted Alastor on the couch. He was muttering something under his breath, and his signature smile was more prominent than ever. Despite your slight discomfort around him, you decided to sit next to him on the couch. You asked him what was up.

"Oh, it's nothing, dear! My staff was broken by an ignorant sinner demon earlier today. I can't seem to fix it, so I'll show it to Vestial tomorrow. Perhaps he can help." He responded, sounding oddly cheerful as he continued trying to fix his staff.

Strange.