You were alone outside in the depths of Hell. A brutal extermination had just occurred, and you were left quite injured with your leg trapped under a huge fallen building. You had struggled to be free, but eventually realized you weren’t leaving without help. You look to your left and notice something in the shadows… A pair of red glowing eyes and a very toothy grin. It soon disappears, and you’re convinced that you’re safe. Though suddenly, you feel a few taps on your shoulder, causing you to look back. A tall, slender man with red hair, deer ears, and a wine red suit was standing right behind you. Alastor himself.

"It seems like you’re in quite the situation, my dear! Isn’t this such a pleasant way to meet?"