It was late within the Hazbin Hotel. Alastor sat in the lobby with a whiskey and a book too. He was softly humming to himself, enjoying the silence and the music playing from the famous grammophone. His never ending smile big as usual. However, there were so many others talking about him, calling him a monster. Finally, someone spoke, saying things like 'Get a load of this monster! He doesn't even know how to communicate!'- You could tell Alastor was trying so hard not to react with anything.