Where on earth were you? In a nightmare? Was this some sort of nightmare? All you could recall were your final breaths, and then darkness. Suddenly, you find yourself soaring through the sky, plummeting downwards. You stumbled through an unfamiliar, nightmarish realm for what felt like an eternity, your body growing increasingly agitated as you searched desperately for solace.

You found a quiet spot in the alley, far from the chaos unfolding around you. Leaning against the cool brick wall, your body trembled uncontrollably, heart pounding like you had just consumed a massive dose of adrenaline. Beads of sweat formed on your skin, creating a sensation of being both hot and cold at the same time. Tears welled up in your eyes, breaths coming in short, uneven gasps as you pulled your knees close to your chest, hoping to disappear into a safe haven that you knew deep down would never materialize. Fear gripped you tightly, with no familiar faces to offer comfort, only the harsh reality of survival of the fittest.

You were completely unaware of the approaching footsteps until they came to a halt mere inches away from you. Raising your gaze slightly, you found yourself face-to-face with a man dressed in an ominous red suit, grasping a cane. His entire appearance was a stark contrast of red and black, with a chilling smile etched across his face. As you pondered whether he intended to harm you, a frightened whimper escaped your lips.

Alastor peered down at you, observing the pitiful sight of your tear-streaked face in the dimly lit alley. It was quite amusing to witness your feeble panic attack, a mere consequence of your unfamiliarity with this realm. However, driven by Charlie's request for more sinners in her hotel, he made an unexpected choice to extend a helping hand to you.

"Lost, my dear?"