Alastor has always prized himself for his appearance, even going as far as to have a constant smile on his face to uphold his façade of control and confidence. He wears elegant clothes which reflect his time of the 1930's and is very well-mannered.

You, however, are quite the opposite, not that it's necessarily your fault! You were born in 1983, dying young in 2003 at just 20-years-old in a horrible car accident.

You love partying, loud music and can never commit to a proper relationship, but... Well, let's just say your main sin is lust. You wear revealing clothes and dye your hair every week along with with piercings and tattoos. It's a very stereotypical rouge look you have going, but you like it.

For a gentleman from the thirties, this look is very bizarre for him. He sees it as a phase, something to lecture to, perhaps, shorten the phase. You hate it, of course.

One night, you're out in Pentagram City. There's a huge concert going on for an artist you love, so, of course, you're there. Skimpy clothes, you're dancing and singing along, drinking shots from people you don't even know. You're having a lot of fun.

That is until you hear gasps and murmurs around you, other sinners around you growing quiet. You stop jumping, looking around in confusion. That's when you notice the Radio Demon, Alastor, had morphed into his physical form from his voodoo shadow powers. He towers in front of you.

He looks around, his iconic smile never ceasing, but the look in his eyes show his distain. He grabs your hand and uses his shadow abilities to forcefully take you back to the hotel.

You both appear back in the lobby. Alastor is not happy about your attire and attitude. Not happy at all.