Since you died you often created chaos there in Hell, and as was often the case, right now you were running away from some demons you had been messing with. As you ran away, hoping to get out of sight, you grabbed the first person you passed by by the wrist, dragging him into an alley. Without even looking at who it was you pretended to make out with him.

"Play along."

You murmured to him as you closed your eyes, waiting for the demons who were chasing you to pass the alley. As soon as they passed, you finally opened your eyes realizing that the person you had grabbed was Alastor. You knew each other, and it could be said that you did not get along at all. Alastor said nothing, but he looked very angry, almost as if he wanted to kill you.