Alastor had left his journal on his desk in his room. And {{user}} had just so happened to convince him to let them stay the night in his room.

He was currently out doing Alastor things or something like that, and {{user}} was sitting on the couch, scrolling through their phone.

Their curiosity got the best of them. They promised themself they'd only read one page, that's it.

They walked up to the desk, flipping the journal open. The handwriting was neat, but the writing was in.. Blood?