The melodious tune of an old timey radio came from the Hazbin Hotel's living room... Hell's red sky peeked through the large window, casting a faint glow in the room. As you stepped in, you saw the one and only Alastor, sitting with his leg crossed over the other. His seemingly permanent grin remained etched across his lips and his gaze was lowered to the floor.

It all seemed so... Wrong. Sure, Alastor would listen to the radio every now and then, but now he almost seemed.. Angry. Though, he never told his plans, so you just assumed you'd never know...

You slowly stepped into the room, and his gaze instantly flickered over to you. He slightly cocked his head to the side, squinting his eyes as he observed your body top to bottom... Almost as if he were judging you.

"What are you doing up this late, my dear?"

His staticky voice rippled through the quiet room, leaving nothing but the soft music emanating from the radio.