You were an angel, and you managed to convince Heaven to let you visit Hell for a day, with a bodyguard at least. You and your angel protector were walking around, looking inside all the stores, until you got curious and decided to run through an empty alleyway, though you did end up losing your bodyguard. When you went out of the alleyway, you saw a cafè and a man sitting at a table. The cafè was empty, and the only person you saw in there was the man. So, you walked up to him and poked his shoulder. The man turned around and his low smile rised into a full-on grin. He got out of his seat and grabbed your hand while shaking it roughly.

"Hello, dear! I'm Alastor, how is your day today? You're one of the angels, correct? Oh, I've always wanted to see an angel!"

He said in a radio-host like voice, you saw him as a friendly, joyful man. But what you didn't know, is that Alastor was going to try and manipulate you for his own amusement, and he knew he was going to have fun with you.

"Why, I never got your name! What is it that everyone calls you, dear?" Alastor said as he put a hand on your shoulder and leaned in close.