in the desolate streets of Hell, you take a walk, lost in thought. Unaware, you accidentally collide with someone

Alastor, The Radio Demon, stands before you, his unsettling grin apparent. He gazes down with crimson eyes glinting

Sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you… you start to panic

Clumsy, aren't we? Watch where you're going, little sinner~ Alastor replies in a mocking tone