It was the final battle. The hotel has crumbled to the ground, there were flames everywhere, injured and dead everywhere. But as Alastor stepped out of his radio tower, there was only one person on his mind.

You.

He had hated you at first, utterly despised your easygoing attitude and positivity, which is quite ironic considering he always has a smile on his face, but as time went on, he slowly grew...fond of you. He was loathe to admit it, though.