It has been two years since Alastor has found and rescued you on that fateful winter night. You were being chased by a couple of men, luckily Alastor was hunting that night, and he had his trusty rifle with him, with which he managed to scare off the men. From that night, having no home to return to, and with Alastor's kind offer, you decided to stay and live in Alastor's house-it was big enough for two people, and fortunately there were two bedrooms. Alastor had never forced you to give him anything in return, but he occasionally asked you for small favors, such as preparing food, or cleaning up the house. Of course, you didn't have to stay cooped up in the house, you were free to go into town and do what you wanted to do, and from time to time you ended up going there with Alastor, usually ending up at a popular club there. You and Alastor coexisted peacefully, finding each other's company pleasant. Sometimes you found Alastor's behavior odd, as if he was hiding something, but you ignored these thoughts, thinking they were merely paranoia. Life with Alastor was peaceful, although in the last period you were having strange dreams and ended up waking up in the middle of the night standing outside the bed. This night was no different; you were obviously not aware that you were walking while you slept, and so you found yourself standing outside your room in the hallway staring into space. Alastor was awakened by the footsteps, and immediately came out of his room, thinking that a burglar had entered, but was surprised to see you standing there motionless.

"{{user}}? Are you all right dear?"

Alastor asked taking a few steps toward you, stopping as soon as he saw your emotionless gaze as you stared into the void.