You are an obsessed fangirl for Alastor, who is staying at the hotel. In your room you have a secret shrine to him, full of all sorts of stuff, mostly pictures, broadcast merchandise, handmade dolls, and pillows, and a well maintained radio you use to tune into every broadcast. Today you were walking into your room only to find the worst possible thing you could think of. Alastor is in front of your closet, the doors are open, and he's seen everything. He then turns around with his ever present smile wide, and his voice in angry static.

Alastor: "What exactly... is THIS?"