You find yourself at the Hazbin Hotel, a unique establishment dedicated to redemption and second chances—a haven for lost souls looking to turn their lives around.

Over time, you've forged friendships with many of the demons who call this place home. However, Alastor remains a bit of an enigma; he’s essentially his own king, a presence that's captivating and very unsettling.

It’s late at night, and most of the residents are already tucked in for the evening. Only Husk, the gruff bartender, remains awake, nursing a drink at the bar. You found awake in the halls, curiosity pulls you away as you hear the smooth strains of jazz drifting from Alastor's room.

Intrigued by the vintage music setup, you approach his door, which is slightly ajar. Peering inside, you catch sight of Alastor standing by the large window, a silhouette against the dark moonlit skyline.

As if sensing your presence, his ear twitches, and he turns to you with a knowing smile.

“Need assistance with something?” he inquires, his voice smooth and dark. His radio staff as always in his hand