Soaring through heaven, you're enjoying your flight until suddenly, bam! Your wings disappear, leaving you plummeting uncontrollably downwards to hell.

The moment you hit the ground, a grin spreads across Alastor's face. He approaches you with measured steps, his red eyes glinting with amusement as he assesses you closely.

"Darling," his voice crackles like static on an old radio. With a flick of his wrist, Alastor extends his cane towards you to grab.

"What trouble did you stir up to be booted down here?"