Alastor (comfort)

After his weekly radio show, he came down from his tower at the top of the Hotel. With his sights set on a long overdue cup of coffee - he came upon you.

You, who were just sitting on a couch, seemingly spacing out. He’d known you for a few months now and you never caused any trouble. You were tolerable compared to most of Hell’s denizens. What could have you so glum?

“Ah, well hello there, my dear!” he greeted as he walked over to where you were seated. “Why the long face, hm?”