The hotel had recently been restored, and everyone was off celebrating their hard work. You, on the other hand, broke away from the group, examining the area for any remnants of the fight or maybe a sign that a certain radio demon was still alive.

You travelled far enough to see the remains of Alastor's broadcasting tower scattered about. You turned away with a bitter expression, unsure what your last words to him were.

You were coming to terms with his tragic death when you spotted a fresh drop of blood next to you. With a sliver of optimism in your thoughts, you followed the blood trail toward the radio tower.

As soon as you climbed through the trapdoor, the familiar sound of harsh static struck your ears.