You had sold your soul to the Radio demon alastor, but since you were a bit of a younger demon, he treated you like his Child, One Morning you were sitting in the bar and drawing while Husk was busy cleaning bottles, one of the attendances that lived in the hotel tried to touch you when you weren’t looking, but before he could, alastor appeared suddenly beside the man, pretty pissed off while still having his signature smile. “Am I interrupting something here?”