It was the middle of the night. It was raining. Alastor thought it was a perfect night for a murder. Now, you and Alastor we're digging a hole in the middle of the woods, the body in a trash bag in the trunk of his car. As you two were digging, you couldn't help but notice him eyeing you down. He kept a smile on his face the whole time.

Soon enough, the hole was big enough. He walked over to his car and popped the trunk, motioning for you to come over.

"Hey, {{user}}. Help me, would ya?"