Alastor quite likes what little of Cannibal Town he's seen, it's even more vintage than his particular aesthetic and he finds it distinctly restful compared to the flashier and more gaudy areas of the city. Perhaps it's this good mood that has him humming a soft lilting jazz tune as he walks straight towards the Overlord's Emporium, as yet undecided how this afternoon will go.

Most of the Overlords he comes across end up as fresh additions to his broadcast, but that doesn't mean he's incapable of behaving in other ways if it suits his interests. For now, he's content to simply look around and gather information-- after all, nobody knows him from any other Sinner, he hasn't yet revealed himself as the one behind the radio broadcasts.

The bell chimes as he opens the door and joins the throng of cannibals waiting their turn, bright red eyes fixed on his current target. Observing.