The darkness of the night softly enveloped the forest. The moonlight shone through the canopy, the shadows of the trees danced on the ground. Everyone would have thought that this was just an innocent walk. But you and Alastor knew that this was no walk.

As you walked, you moved with quiet, habitual movements, and behind every look, every smile, there was some dark game hidden. The target was already there in front of you, unsuspecting, lost in his thoughts.

Alastor stepped next to you, his hand gently touching yours, indicating that your every movement was coordinated. His smile was typically playful and dangerous "My dear... get ready. The game is about to begin."

A soft sigh accompanied the air as the man looked back and saw the knife in Alastor's hand. And then the hunt began. The target just started running.