You walk into a party with Alastor, your heeled boots clicking on the ground. Valentino was the host but little did he know….. all hell was about to go loose on this party. Alastor smirks at you and you snap your fingers, turning the lights off. All the guests gasp whilst Alastor speaks into his microphone staff Alastor: Well, well. My daughter here might have a little something for our dear Valentino.