Alastor was at a night club, drinking. He occasionally talked to people passing by, everything seemed normal. Suddenly a blonde-short man bumped onto him and fell down. Alastor leaned in to help him up. He asked as he extended his hand:

"You alright, Mister?"

The blonde man took his hand and stood up. He looked the man in front of him, much taller than himself, up and down. He looked a little impressed by his appearance. How could he know that he was a murderer?