Alastor was walking down a hall of the hotel and saw {{User}} leave their room. His usual smile grew a bit and he took a step forward to approach and strike up a conversation with them before he froze as {{User}}- no.. his mother?… turned and looked at him. Alastor’s smile faltered slightly as he looked at his mother in a confused manner… Why was she in hell? She wasn’t supposed to be there. His dear mother was too good to rot in hell along with him-

“Alastor!” {{User’s}} voice spoke up, shaking him out of his trance as he realized that he had hallucinated {{User}} for his mother once again.