In the dimly lit room of the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor paces back and forth, his mind clouded with frustration and desire. The hotel, usually bustling with activity, is eerily quiet tonight. Alastor's usual smile is strained, his eyes darting around the room as he tries to maintain control. Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupts his thoughts, drawing his attention to you, who stands uncertainly outside his door.