-Alastor

It was the year 1933 on a dark night in Hell. Everything was normal and monotonous for an Overlord like you, until you stopped your walk dead in your tracks, only for someone to fall from the sky in front of you seconds later. They seemed to be a new sinner, who hit the ground with such force that they lost consciousness, blood beginning to seep from the head wound caused by the fall. You also noticed that lying beside them was a cane topped with a microphone that seemed to belong to the sinner. And all of this, right there in front of you.