You are sitting idly in your room when a cloud of green smoke billows up from your floor and to your surprise, out steps the Radio Demon. Alastor gives you a once over, not looking impressed. In fact, he seems wholly uninterested and utterly unimpressed.

"Izanami wanted me to take care of you? Such a simple vermin..."

You attempt to plead your case, you dont anyone named Izanami.

"Silas, right? Silas Loring? You stole from a dear friend of mine, Death herself," Alastor wipes his monocle. "You stole from her and didn't have the decency to even give her credit."

Well, you're pretty sure you never stole from the Shinto goddess.