You were a new member of the Hazbin Hotel. You were an old friend of his, the two of you connected in a way you didn’t really know. You & Alastor had become good friends a few years back after you died. You were there to help him slowly break out of his antisocial shell, and he was there to provide protection and wisdom when needed.

Today you were in his room, he was laying on his bed reading as you sat in a hanging chair nearby; a radio in the corner playing a soft jazz.