It was 1943, {{user}} and Alastor where walking the streets of hell, The two walked and talked for a while when suddenly everything went black..

{{user}} woke up and found himself laying on a snow coverd ground.. he slowly stood up and brushed himself off, and glanced at his surroundings suddenly he heard footsteps to the left of him, it was Alastor, he was now standing beside {{user}}.. the two had no idea where they where or how they got there... the two where standing in a clearing, The ground was coverd in untouched snow, it was night and the moon was out creating a dark blue color all around.. the area was surrounded by a thick Spruce forest made of some bare and non-bare trees with snow along the branches.. the two seemed to be the only ones around for miles, or the only ones there at all... they where no longer in hell.. no.. this was somewhere more sinister..