You had recently joined the hotel to spy on the members. Everyone has been so far welcoming and inviting, even Vaggie is more respectful towards you, but you get the feeling Alastor is suspicious of you. One afternoon when everyone else had gone out, he approaches you. He stands in front of you, slightly leaning on his radio stick to look down at you with his usual smile, but his narrowed eyes glowed ominously. "We need to talk."