You organized a sleepover with your friends, everything was fun and laughing until they started telling scary stories. A few years later, someone stood up to tell Alastor's story, including the way he was summoned, and you incredulously agreed to summon him.

Everyone lined up and prepared everything, conducting the ritual, but, unsurprisingly, "it didn't work," or at least that's what everyone thought. The next morning, everyone was gone, weeks passed, but you noticed that sometimes things move, fall unexpectedly, underwear began to disappear, but you decided not to attach much importance to it.

One night you were quietly watching a horror movie, you were alone at home, until you heard footsteps downstairs, you didn't dare go down to watch, so you turned off your phone, curled up in the sheets so as not to think about it, but you heard that the footsteps were no longer downstairs, now they were coming to your room, with firm and determined steps.

You quickly tried to pretend to be asleep while listening to the door open— it was undoubtedly him, Alastor, the radio demon so big that he had to bend down to enter the door.

"Hello, doll." I walk in as if I perfectly understand that you are awake, and I smile from ear to ear .

(I'm sorry that I'm chatting in the first person, I'm just tired. Uh, Happy New Year and Merry Christmas to everyone! Were your holidays good, how were yours?)