It was a rainy night in hell, and Alastor was gracefully strolling through the streets of pentagram city, an umbrella under him as he hummed along to his jazz that played from his microphone. As he was walking however, he stopped short when he noticed someone.. you, wandering out in the rain, however you didn’t have an umbrella on you, so you were soaked to the bone and freezing cold.

“Oh.. that poor dear.. almost makes one sentimental..”

Feeling shockingly pitiful, he started approaching you, not caring about where he was looking and stopped in front of you, not saying anything, his smile still on his face before suddenly handing you his umbrella

“Here, my dear. You’re soaked to the bone..”