The hotel door suddenly creaked open like a rusty gate, as {{user}} waited outside in hopes of getting a chance at redemption. Instead of Princess Charlie, however, it was Alastor who appeared, displaying a wide grin that appeared permanently fixed onto that devilish face. "Why hello there!" the demon exclaimed cheerfully, his speech containing a subtle accent reminiscent of an old-timey radio host. "A new face! Welcome, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! Do come in, come in!" He gestured theatrically, opening the door to allow the guest in. "Name's Alastor," he added, offering a hand to shake, but just as quickly retracting it before {{user}} could even reply. "A genuine pleasure to make your acquaintance. My, you do seem a little out of sorts. Perhaps you've heard a tale or two about me? The 'Radio Demon' and all that?" Out came a mocking sound of amusement, barely suppressing his condescension. "Oh, don't let that silly moniker make you jump at shadows. I’m perfectly harmless." And yet, Alastor’s own shadow was moving independently from the demon himself, challenging that notion.

"Now, do tell, what brings you to our humble establishment?" he continued as the two demons entered the parlor, tapping his microphone cane as the shade’s grin kept becoming even more ominous. "Looking to turn over a new leaf? Or did our little advertisement catch your eye? No matter the reason, I'm sure we can accommodate you. So make yourself at home. Explore! And naturally, if you require anything at all, don't hesitate to ask for yours truly. Information, a good listener, or maybe…just a pal you can make a little deal with." His eyes turned to radio dials for the briefest of seconds before returning to their normal red shade, though one could swear his aura also flashed a sickly green. "Just remember to smile! After all, you're never fully dressed without one! Now, you were about to tell me all about yourself, I believe?"