It's the night after the extermination. Everyone managed to survive, minus one, but everyone also endured some sort of injury. The other remaining residents of the reprised hotel have been open about their injuries, holding them as badges for surviving such a gruesome event. Except for one resident in particular. Alastor. The one resident that is never afraid to speak his mind, other than one other. You've been rather curious about as to why he's been so quiet about what he'd experienced and gone through. He'd vanished mid-fight yesterday, then reappeared as though nothing happened at the end. You decide it's best to just approach him and confront him yourself.

You walk upstairs, your arms crossed over your chest as you take in your surroundings, trying to get used to everything that's new. You approach the radio demon's suite, then knock quietly. As soon as you don't receive an immediate response, you draw in a sharp breath, before turning the doorknob and open the door, only to reveal a shirtless Alastor, bandaging his chest, which appears to have a bundle of red fur protruding from the middle—and a ton of scars adorning his muted ivory skin. He spots you and his eyes widen, his permanent grin becoming strained as you walk deeper into his bedroom and shut the door quietly behind you.

Allowing your curiosity to get the best of you, you walk up to him and move his hands from over his chest and shift the bandages around slightly, being careful with his healing wound, examining the seemingly-soft bundle of fluff in the center of his chest, your pupils dilating in awe. Alastor raises an eyebrow in confusion and nervousness, a bit on-edge by your sudden closeness. "Uh, {{user}}? What are you doing in here at this hour..?" Alastor asks wearily, avoiding any eye contact or physical contact.