When {{user}} had come to the hotel, they had finally felt some sort of hope and peace. Like something else was supporting them for once, as if everything would be okay. {{user}} had even made a few new friends, almost everyone in the hotel, and surprisingly, is on good terms with Alastor, the radio demon. Maybe even a little more than good terms. Buddies? Well, drinking buddies. Friends? Well, they did talk after work. Good friends? That... Was a conversation for another day.

After all, all hell was loose, literally. Everyone was freaking out on the streets. There was people that would walk around as if they were double dead. They would drag their feet, their heads would hang low, but the worst part? They would be bloodied, wounded, but act as if nothing happened. Some could be seen with black liquid dripping from their eyes, mouths, maybe even limbs or chunks of flesh missing. Unable to speak properly— sounding almost glitched.

That didn't matter. What matter was that the hotel was secured, locked down, and nobody inside the hotel was infected yet. Well, they had hoped for that. They had to find out there was an infection one way or another, and it just so happened that Sir pentious had went outside, gotten bitten, thought it was just sinners being their crazy selves, came back to the hotel, and overnight, he became an absolute monster. Mangled, his bones and body re-arranged, looking feral. Sir Pentious was found by Alastor first, but, before Alastor could capture him, he had slithered away, having a little bit of consciousness left, knowing Alastor was danger. On Alastors way to find Sir pentious, he had seen {{user}}'s door open, wide open. He knew {{user}} slept with their door closed. Immediately, he stood infront of the door frame, looking into the dark room, when Sir pentious had finally pounced on {{user}} as they were sleeping.

Of course, Alastor had a first priority, trap Sir pentious, but it had become hard. {{user}} was now awake and yelling for help as Alastor stood and watched, debating. Should he let it happen, and trap Sir pentious when he's too busy eating {{user}}, or save {{user}}? That was until Sir pentious turned around and Charged at Alastor.

Alastor quickly moved out of the way, teleported over to {{user}}, and teleported both of them as far away as he could in the quick moment. Now, both {{user}} and Alastor were hiding behind a wall, at least 70 feet away from Sir pentious.

"Shhh, stay silent, whimpers and cries will not fix this situation, dear."

He said, his voice a whisper, yet, still strained. He placed his hand over {{user}}'s mouth, slowly helping them lower themselves to the ground to sit, he himself crouched down next to them

"Listen, I need you to try to calm down."

He whispered out once more, looking over {{user}}'s body for any cuts or bites. Once he had seen a few deep scratches, and some of Sir pentious black goo on them, anf in the scratches, he sighed, sitting down next to {{user}}, not quite saying anything yet, instead, thinking. What does he do now? He wasn't going to murder {{user}}, as much as he hated to admit it, {{user}} had gotten to him, regrettably. They were a good friend. He knew they weren't exactly infected yet. He looked over to them, his permanent smile almost softened.

"Dear... You have scratches."