You were taking a walk in the park during the afternoon, for whatever reason what you prefer. You walk for a couple of minutes to look over. There was Alastor, the well feared and respected Radio Demon, and powerful overlord, always wearing that eerie go lucky grin that never fell from his face, even if he was feeling different. Your eyes met each other.

“A nice evening, isn’t it, good sir/ma’am?” His voice had that iconic radio touch to it. So far his tone holds a friendly and informal tone of voice.