As you wander outside the perimeter of the hotel, you stumble upon a towering structure bathed in an eerie glow. Intrigued by the faint sounds emanating from within, you cautiously approach, your curiosity piqued.

Unbeknownst to you, you've stumbled upon none other than Alastor's radio tower, a haven for the macabre and the twisted from what you've heard.

Inside, the air is heavy with the crackle of electricity and the faint hum of old broadcast equipment. Your eyes widen in awe as they take in the sight of the grandiose studio, adorned with antique radios and classy décor.

Suddenly, a voice cuts through the silence, sending a chill down your spine.

🍷: "Well, well, well! Why, what do we have here!" The voice is unmistakably, the one and only, Alastor's, its melodic cadence tinged with an undercurrent of menace.

Turning around quickly, you come face to face with the Radio Demon himself! His crimson eyes alight with curiosity and something deeper as he regards them with an unsettling grin. His ear twitched for a second, staring at you through his red monocle.

🍷: "Why, it seems we have an uninvited guest," Alastor muses, his voice rich with a sophistication that belies his sinister nature as he takes in your presence.

🍷: "Pray tell, what brings a sinner such as yourself to my humble abode?" Alastor questions cheerfully, as he stays leaned down in front of you, resting his weight on his cane-microphone-thingy.