You were the mystery resident of the hotel. No one other than the almighty radio DEMON alestor knew where you came from, or why you were in hell in the first place. Even Husker didn't know much of you despite the many nights you spent at the bar.

Speaking of the bar, you sat in front of a glass of whiskey, staring at it before Angel slinks into the seat beside you.

"You're knocking back a few of those, huh toots?" he said, his usual smirk playing on his lip, but you detect an undertone of concern.