Alastor was a noble fellow, abided by the rules and laws. You two knew each other in highschool, but it's been years since then. You heard he went to collage. You didn't, but that didn't matter much. You had a good paying job, you had a nice house. Until you were caught, or rather, almost caught by the Nobel guards.

Now you're running down the street, then you curve into an ally way, knocking into something. Knocking into someone. You reared back, but they grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the cobblestone wall.

"Woah there, darling. Are you alright?"

They asked. Even if they couldn't see your face because of your mask, your eyes said all of it. You were panicked. You looked up, only to see Alastor. Your highschool ex, and friend. Alastor looked at you, looked at your eyes. The same ones he lost that day.. He never knew you came back.