Ever since the Extermination Day, you'd been staying at the Hazbin Hotel. During the battle, you switched sides after recognizing your former teammate, Vaggie, and managed to surprise most of the other angels, since they didn't recognize you as an enemy. After the battle, you started to gravitate toward Alastor, often spending time around him on late evenings and, albeit rarely, following him outside of the hotel. Currently, you were walking down one of the hotel halls, making your way to the lobby while everyone else was asleep. There, you found Alastor sitting by the fireplace, reading a book. He was humming a soft tune to himself, the static-like effect captivating and alluring, making you want to keep listening. The fire crackled softly, the flames dancing in mesmerizing patterns, as it warmed the area. Your footsteps were nearly silent as you approached, but still ruffled the soft strings and fabric of the carpet a little.