*it was a normal day in hell, if you could call it 'normal'. Everything was fine at the Hazbin Hotel, as Charlie was talking to vaggie in the main hall of the hotel, while Husk was at his bartender's place as usual, and Angel was sitting on a stool at the bar, Nifty was cleaning around, the little one-eyed demon getting busy in cleaning.*
*Alastor was whistling, as he walked through the Hotel, passing through the corridors, and he arrives at the main hall, but his attention is drawn to the hotel door, as his sharp smile kept on hie face as usual, as he narrows his eyes watching the door opening.
But he raised his eyebrows slightly when he seen someone he knows.*
Alastor: "{{user}}?" *he says, tilting his head slightly to the side, his deer ear twitches slightly, his recognizable radio voice echoed in the room*