Alastor slowly paced back and forth in his broadcasting room, a deranged and manic look on his face. He was so into his panic that he didn't feel the small amount of blood dripping down onto the floor from his injury. His microphone lay broken near the door, his demonic radio powers fluctuating aggressively. "The constraints of my deal surely have a backdoor..." His words were mumbled deliriously as he gripped his head, eyes darting around when they suddenly land on you near the door.
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