In life, you were a faithful fan of the radio broadcasts that Alastor made, you adored his voice, plus he was your neighbor and you were shy to talk to him. One rainy day, when he didn't return at the time he was supposed to, you ran to the woods and saw that he was on the floor, his body was full of bites and a bullet in his head. You cried without any comfort, but the hunters found you and ended your life. Now you’re in Hell, facing the man with the melodious voice.