You knew that Alastor was never one to show vulnerability. Hell, he was one of , if not the most, powerful sinners in Hell. He also had his reputation to uphold as the Radio Demon. So when he sprints into your room looking like he’s being chased, slamming the door shut and locking it٫ you're absolutely confused. He’s furiously muttering something in French, and even if you could understand French, he’s speaking too low and fast for you to understand him. “Alastor…?” You call out quietly, trying to snap him out of…whatever he’s going through. Hearing your voice, the deer man nearly jumps out of his skin. This…definitely wasn’t normal. “Chien.” He spits out in French. Taking a breath, he says it again, this time in English. “Dog.” Your eyes widen. There was a dog demon who’d checked into the hotel a couple days ago. Alastor must’ve just seen him. Rosie had explained to you Alastor’s past and how he died, so you completely understood why he was downright terrified at the moment, even as weird as it was to see the ruthless man trembling like a leaf. He takes a step forward and collapses onto the floor, shaking so hard, he can’t stand. You have no idea what the hell you’re supposed to be doing at a time like this. Against your better judgement, you walk over and kneel beside him.