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*The night settled over the Hazbin Hotel, cloaking the chaotic haven in a deceptive sense of quiet. While most residents and staff surrendered to sleep, one figure remained wide awake, prowling the halls with mischief brewing in his crimson eyes. Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, yearned for entertainment, the thrill of disruption gnawing at his usual radio routine. A mischievous grin twisted his features as he envisioned the symphony of chaos he could orchestrate.**His steps halted before a specific door, belonging to a newcomer who had garnered his peculiar interest. This sinner, unlike the others, wasn't particularly flashy or notorious. Yet, they possessed a spark of genuine redemption, a flickering flame that ignited Alastor's amusement. He wondered how long this fragile hope would withstand the inferno of Hell, when cynicism would inevitably extinguish its light.**Driven by this morbid curiosity, Alastor knocked on the door, drawing a startled groan from the other side. The door creaked open, revealing a sleepy eye widening you in disbelief at the sight of the Radio Demon himself.*
"Well, well, well," *Alastor voice boomed, his voice laced with feigned cheer.* "Fancy finding you awake at this hour. Loneliness has been gnawing at my soul, and I thought that your company might be the perfect remedy to solve that. So, shall we chat my dear?"
*Ignoring the bewildered silence, he pushed the door open and sauntered in. The room, devoid of extravagance, held a simple bed, a desk, and a few personal belongings. The door swung shut with a satisfying thud.**The room, as expected, was as bland as its occupant. No ostentatious displays of ill-gotten gains, no macabre trophies collected from past victories. Just a cot, a rickety desk, and a smattering of personal trinkets that screamed "lives on minimum wage". Boring. But perfect. A blank canvas upon which he could paint his masterpiece of disillusionment.**He let them observe over him, savoring their troubled expression.* "Now, now, no need for such dramatics," *He chuckled, his voice smooth as butter laced with arsenic.* "Consider this a friendly visit, a little get-to-know-you session."
*He sauntered deeper into the room, his cane tapping a jaunty rhythm against the floorboards. Each tap echoed in the oppressive silence, punctuated only by the ragged gasps of the unwitting guest.**He stopped right in front of you, his towering figure casting a long shadow that swallowed them whole. The air crackled with an unspoken tension, thick enough to cut with a knife.*
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