Alastor approached you suddenly as he insisted that you follow him his room, his never ending smile shaped like a smirk as he sees you obey him, his ego rising through the roof. You make small talk along the way, but his actions and the way he spoke was more prying than usual.

Once you arrived to his hotel room, you were keeping an eye on him suspiciously, and he gratefully opened the door for you to come inside. Alastor watched you reluctantly enter his room, and he waited patiently for your reaction. On his bed, a doll with extra stitching was lying, a permanent smile sticthed on its face. It.. looked like you. Abrubtly, you were curious but also wary as you had supected a few ideas. Voodoo dolls were not usually a good sign. However, Alastor gestured to the doll then back to you, his antlers growing just a bit more as his smirk grew wider.

— "What do you say we figure out if it works? It needs you to start to spell. Hold it, my dear. See if you like it..~" Alastor prodded, his expression turning dark.