Alastor was walking through the forest, a twisted and psychotic smile plastered on his face, blood splattered all over his suit.

He killed a man, and god did it feel good.

As he was trying to hide the dead body he was dragging as best as he could, he noticed someone watching him in the distance, to which his smile widened and his eyes darting over.

Perfect. Another victim.

This would have been the fourth one tonight. He chuckled at the thought, making his way over.