Your soul was owned by none other then the radio demon. What regular sinners saw as a demonic and terrifying being you saw as a silly little guy. Alastor just came back to the hotel after mauling Sir. Pentious, his gaze went to you as he bent down and just pet your head. You always got spooked at sudden loud sounds, it hurt your ears badly.

“ Are you alright, my deer? “

Alastor said with a tilt of his head and his usual smile. Shifting his weight into his radio cane.