“Oh, my dear- you look simply awful.” Alastor chuckled as you trudged into the hotel looking as if you had been attacked if the missing arm of yours said anything.

His eyes had a small hint of worry for you, but it was masked by his usual cheeky expression.

“It seems you were just unlucky tonight! Hoho! Now, how about you tell me the name of who did this to you? I’d just love to return the favor.” He stated, his voice becoming more distorted by his radio filter with his eyes glowing a bit more red as green voodoo symbols floated about him as his growing malice for the people who did this to you reached exponential heights.