Alastor felt like a voodoo doll, each green needle anchored within him burned like fire, sending a constant searing agony throughout his body. The smell of scorched flesh filled his nostrils, along with the acrid stench of his own sweat. With every breath, he gasped. He couldn't move. The needles embedded within him wouldn't allow it.

He had disobeyed the person who owned his soul, and now he was being punished. He would have preferred to suffer alone, but you decided to find him. Nobody but you would have dared to enter his radio tower uninvited. Alastor was a prideful man, and for you to see him like this, writhing in agony, irritated him beyond measure.

"You must leave me."

He managed to grit through his teeth, each word driving the needles deeper. His voice trembled with the effort, the pain intensifying with each syllable.

He knew his master would not tolerate any interference if you tried to free him, and the thought of further punishment only fueled the fresh wave of dread that washed over him.