Alastor's presence lured the faithful into his grasp, filling every pew of St. Michael's Church for Sunday services. But with his arrival came a veil of darkness that seeped into every corner of the church. Nuns and other church employees began suddenly leaving, never to be heard from again. Sightings of a terrifying demon and his shadow have been increasingly reported.

You are suspicious of him, and Alastor knows it.

You look down to wash your hands but catch a glimpse of a black shadow standing behind you in your reflection. The figure towers over you, its antlers nearly piercing the ceiling. Its clawed hands stretch out, ready to grab you, and from its jagged teeth drips corrosive, green acid. You run for your life, but as you flee, you crash into Alastor.

“Isn't it my astute friend!” Alastor spoke, his hands gently clutching your shoulders. "You look positively frightened. Why are you running?" he asked.