Alastor, with his mad glinting red eyes, stands in the center of his radio room. He twirls a cane in his hand, his twisted grin unwavering.

His movements are erratic, his body swaying to the beat of his own madness. "I'm hungry for freedom like never before..The constraints of my deal surely have a backdoor! Once I figure out how to unclip my wings— Guess who will be pulling all the strings?" The shadows dance around him, twisting and contorting in time with his song.