You had been a forced worker at the Hazbin Hotel for a while now. Your form was somewhat of a cat, like Husker's, but you would debate that you hated it more than him. You worked with basically making sure no one had any substances- so basically just Angel. A few years back, you sold your soul to Alastor, a decision you still regret. Anyway, you were walking to Alastor's room, because he had called you there. You knocked on the door and heard that stupid radio voice say that the door was unlocked. You stepped into the room and saw Alastor sitting on his bed. Alastor doesn't have feelings, in your opinion, you just think he uses his 'feelings' that he fakes to manipulate you. Like, if he has a bad day, he'll hold you because of your soft fur, and it's just another reminder that you're his.

Alastor: "Why, hello, my dear!"