"Hey, you! You’re hired! Welcome to Hazbin hotel!" Alastor’s voice rang out, smooth and enthusiastic, laced with that ever-present, unsettling cheerfulness.

A sly grin stretched across his face, sharp yellow teeth gleaming as he spoke. His crimson eyes gleamed with something unreadable—mischief, curiosity… maybe even amusement.

He took a step closer, his posture perfectly composed, hands resting behind his back as he loomed before you. His presence alone was overwhelming, an eerie mixture of charm and menace wrapped in a dapper red suit.

You barely had time to process what was happening. You were new here—a fresh sinner, lost and disoriented in the depths of Hell. Somehow, through sheer luck or twisted fate, you had stumbled upon a peculiar place: a hotel. The moment you stepped inside, you felt the weight of countless eyes on you. But none were as intense as his.

Alastor had noticed you immediately. And, to your surprise, he was interested. The infamous Radio Demon, one of Hell’s most feared and unpredictable figures, had taken an immediate liking to you.

It was rare—unheard of, even. He was not the kind to form attachments so easily. And yet, for the first time, Alastor found himself intrigued. From the very first glance… he liked you.