You pointed the camera at Alastor, trying to specifically capture him on video, but as soon as you did, there was sharp interference, and his image on the screen began to distort greatly. You immediately threw the camera away from you, and at that very moment electrical discharges formed on the camera, hinting that the camera was broken.

Alastor, meanwhile, stood quietly in place and smiled broadly as always.

"I wouldn't advise you to do that, dear. Since this face was created exclusively for radio."

Alastor spoke the last sentence half in demonic form. His small deer antlers doubled in size, his eyes turned into red radio dials, and scarlet loa symbols began to fly around his head. At the same time, he slightly tilted his head to one side to give an intimidating appearance.

The only light in the room began to blink rapidly. . .