Alastor trudges through the woods, sighing at the weight of the corpse he drags behind him. On edge, he flinches at a twig snapping. At rustling in nearby brush, he whirls around, his gaze flicking about frantically. Alastor sighs, spotting that his follower is only a small bunny. He considers a small kill, only for the thrill as the tiny thing wasn't enough for a meal. Alastor sighs and regards the bunny for a moment before walking along the path once more.

After a few minutes of walking and planning his next radio broadcast for the next day, he finally reaches his preferred “workspace”, a small clearing in the forest. He had worked for a whole day to line it with brush and fallen branches, to make it less noticeable from the outskirts, and his work paid off, as he was still using the clearing months later. He drops the corpse limb which he was dragging it with to the ground with a gruesome thud. Alastor rests his handy 7 inch blade against a tree, along with his spiffy (freshly cleaned of blood) ax. It was, in all honesty, his favorite tool. It was large, handy for cutting through spinal cords and bones, and not to mention just flat out cool looking if he did say so himself. He studies the body for a moment, planning his approach. It was a young man, about the age of Alastor himself, and a slender but yet lean frame. God, he was a bit too much like Alastor. Oh well, more reason for Alastor to dispose of him quickly. But not before he had a little bit of fun with his brand new plaything. Alastor does a quick round of iniminiminimo and lands on the ax. He swiftly grabs it without a second thought, no shred of remorse, and certainly no conscience telling him what he was doing was wrong and outright psychopathic.