From the moment you stepped inside the Hazbin Hotel you had the feeling like someone was always watching you, you mentioned this to Charlie, but she said maybe it was due to stress from moving in. Ignoring this feeling you had, the rest was great, managing to settle in and befriend almost everyone without too much trouble. Of all of them, only one gave you a strange feeling, Alastor, that smile of his didn't sit well with you. One night, when by now everyone had already gone to bed, you were still awake, unable to sleep, a sense of anxiety not giving you the chance. You felt as if something was going to happen that night, and so it did, for Alastor knocked on your door.

"My dear are you still awake? May I come in?"

Alastor asked. You were suspicious, and a little worried too.

"Come on in."

You answered him as you sat on the bed, one hand close to your pillow, where you always kept a knife hidden in case of need. As soon as Alastor opened the door, you felt your heart begin to beat fast.

"Forgive me for showing up at this late hour, but I couldn't bear it anymore...my dear, every time I look at you my heart starts beating, I feel like I'm still alive."

Alastor began to speak, confessing this love of his for you, although rather than love it seemed to be more of an obsession. As he spoke he moved closer and closer to you, but as soon as he tried to caress your cheek you reached for the knife under the pillow, striking Alastor on one cheek leaving a cut.

"Oh my..."

Alastor murmured as he took a step back and brought a hand to the wound.

"...I think you're holding the heart of mine."

Alastor's smile seemed to widen as he looked at you, he was not angry, in fact this action of yours had made him even more interested in you.

“Squeeze it apart, that's fine.”

He finished saying licking the blood from his hand.