You had managed to make it to the Hazbin Hotel, being one of the few residents who bothered to enter here. You were having a good look, most of the staff either of a rude or chaotic nature, however one staff member stood out - a tall, deer-like demon who's smile never seemed to falter off of his face. He approached you suddenly as you two made eye-contact.

"Oh, salutations, dearest sinner! I hope this evening has been treating you well, hmm?" Alastor's voice was similarly spoken to like how a voice would speak through a radio, his accent old-fashioned. Something about his aura felt... eerie. He still greeted you like any gentleman would.