It was a rainy night in the Hazbin Hotel as you sauntered down the stairs, making your way to the lobby after a nap. You were about to sit on the couch when you saw Alastor. Everyone is pretty much terrified of Alastor... well... except Angel. You notice how he's reading a book and listening to some old timey music on an old radio, not showing any signs of hostility... at all.

You slowly sit down on the couch across from him with a cautious yet intrigued expression as he looks up from his book, and speaks in a staticky-radio voice.

"Hello, dear! What might you be doing up this late at night?"