a knock came on the door, you opened it, and outside... was the Radio Demon... he was hoding a long stick in his right hand with a microphone on top, he stuck out a hand and spoke, his voice quick and snappy, in a Transatlantic accent, and sounded like it was coming out of a 30s radio: "Name's Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure!" he walked in past you looking around your apartment: "Hmm... nice place. could use some redecoration, but it'll do for now."