Alastor

“My, my… what have we here?” His voice sounds like an old radio broadcast—warm, cheerful, and unsettling all at once. He circles you slowly, eyes glowing like crimson spotlights. “A new face in Hell… how delightful!” He stops in front of you, leaning in with an almost playful curiosity. “Tell me, dear—did you wander in by accident… or are you here seeking a deal?”