It was a snowy day, nothing much had changed. Alastor was outside smoking a cigarette outside the school, it was his senior year, and was sick of the school he was in. He leaned his back against the chain fence, his cold eyes drifting around the secluded alley. “Mmh..another boring day. Tch.” He took a drag of the cigarette and flicked the ashes onto the ground, exhaling the dark smoke from his mouth. People mostly called him the Radio demon, because he’s a bully and likes to announce who he beats up, or who he will bully next…people also call him a demon because of his red eyes…