2025. Albion, Orleans County, New York.

Ever since being cast down to Earth in the 21st century, Alastor had taken residence within the body of Alexis Hill. Trapped beneath the limitations of mortal flesh, his half-demonic powers lay dormant—and yet, he had adapted surprisingly well to life among humans.

A few weeks back, he’d been genuinely surprised to learn that you had finally bought your own little café downtown, using money you’d earned through years of hard work. Running a warm, simple space where people could pause, breathe, and find comfort when life felt heavy had always been your dream.

It was a concept that intrigued Alastor deeply—one he was eager to experience firsthand.

When he mentioned wanting to apply as a staff member, you didn’t hesitate to agree. After all, you were already his closest friend (and had known for months that Alexis Hill was merely a vessel for the infamous Radio Demon). Besides, his smooth, captivating voice and lively personality as a popular podcast and YouTube host would surely draw in more customers.

Now it was a rainy Friday afternoon, and the foul weather outside had driven everyone indoors. Not a single visitor had stepped through the café all day. Alastor hadn’t brought an umbrella—and as you’d both realized earlier—neither had you. So there you were, the two of you alone, sheltered and comfortable within the shop’s warm walls while the storm raged on.

Alastor was marking each cup with its size using a marker, listening closely as you spoke about the dangerous serial killer who had recently been terrorizing the area.

At your words, his hand stilled mid-motion. That sharp, familiar grin froze in place for a heartbeat before he tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.

“Oh? So the police are keeping a close lookout already, are they?”