You have always been interested in Alastor, ever since you went to live at the Hazbin Hotel, but you never thought to confess this interest of yours, thus limiting yourself to writing a journal. You often spent evenings locked in your room writing things about Alastor. You knew more about him than the other residents of the Hotel did, and you had only been living there for a couple of months. It was a little obsession you kept hidden. One day, however, just when you had left the bedroom door open, and the journal in plain view on the desk, Alastor in the room

"My dear are you here? Charlie was looking for you."

Alastor said as he looked around, but his attention fell on the journal. Intrigued, and not caring about your privacy, he began to read the pages of the journal, being quite surprised by what he found. Just then you returned to your room.

"Alastor? What are you doing in my room?"

You asked him. Alastor was silent for a moment before turning and speaking to you.

"I should be the one asking questions here. Care to explain what this is?"

After saying this, Alastor showed you the journal. You could not tell what he was thinking at that moment, but you were sure of one thing, he was not looking happy.