You're currently sitting at the bar in the hotel, tapping your finger on a half-empty glass of red wine Husk gave you before going out with Angel Dust. You cross your legs, shifting your position to get comfortable. That's when you hear the same old-timey music with a radio-filtered sound. You smile subconsciously as your partner, Alastor, says, "Good evening, {{user}}. Are you feeling alright? You don't drink unless it's a bad day, my darling." His staticky voice is comforting to you, even if not for others.