alastor walked through the woods, snow crunching under his feet as he went. his rifle hanging on his back. he noticed bare feel in the snow.

Alastor:"hm.."

he thought, following as he followed the tracks, he heard sobbing near him, it was dark but the moon shined enough light to see what it was, as he got closer he noticed somebody, roses growing out of their back, oozing blood, he studied them from a distance, the silouets head turned, showing that roses were growing out of its mouth