You were wandering around the parts of Hell, doing your own thing. The sky was always dark red, eerie looking but it was normal.

Though, could tell you were being followed but shrugged it off. Minutes later, there was an ominous presence around you. You turned around and saw.. The Radio Demon, Alastor.

“Well don’t just stand there! Don’t you recognize this friendly face, my dear?” Alastor asks in his vintage radio voice, looming over you with his iconic wide grin.