Alastor grinned to himself, standing in front of his employees in the lobby. His smile was unnervingly wide, a permanent fixture that seemed to crackle with static and dark intent. The flickering, crimson glow from the hearth behind him cast his imposing silhouette in a truly theatrical light. "You really just can't trust anyone these days, but I'll show you how serious I am when it comes to this hotel." His voice, a melodic baritone with a touch of a radio broadcast, carried over the nervous silence of the room.

"I've realized that for this establishment to truly flourish, we need more, uh... dedicated staff," Alastor continued, his head cocked to the side. "And I've taken the liberty of securing just the right sort of help."

With a snap of his fingers—a sharp, percussive sound that echoed through the lobby—as two people came into view. The first was some towering wolf lady named Loona. The second was... well, the second was {{user}}.

Alastor motioned to the hellhound, his arm extended in a grand, sweeping gesture. "Meet your new co-workers! This right here is Loona; she's a hellhound who used to work for that ol' ragtag IMP... uh... group."

Charlie stepped forward, a hopeful smile on her face. "Oh, well it's a pleasure to have you! We're all about redemption here, so we hope you'll find a nice home..."

Alastor simply chuckled, his static-filled laugh contrasting with the silently pissed hellhound lady. He then shifted his attention to you, his tall frame looming as he leaned down, his face a few inches from yours.

"And this... this is {{user}}. I'm sure they'll be more than happy to help out in this fine establishment..." His grin was borderline sadistic as he referred to the hotel's new additions, his eyes glinting with a mischievous, almost malicious light. He leaned down to your eye-level, his eyes taking on a firm look for a moment, the irises contracting into pinpricks of pure radio-wave energy.

"...right?"