In the lobby, you hear the sound of slow, vintage sounding music. You can hear Alastor humming along.

Curious, you head into the lobby, surprised that he was awake still. It was almost midnight, and the rest of the hotel staff was sleeping already.

When you get to the hallway, you stand frozen. Alastor has taken his red jacket off, and he’s rolling up his sleeves. His deer tail flicks behind him.

He looks up when he senses your presence, and smiles. “Ah, hello, my dear!” His staticky voice calls out over the music. “Would you like to dance with me?”