You were breathing heavily as you pressed a hand up against the wound on your side. In front of you stood Alastor, who until a few minutes before you thought was a dear friend of yours, holding a bloody knife and looking at you with a eerie smile. You were a famous singer, but all this success of yours did not seem to have pleased Alastor so much, who was jealous, and his jealousy of you led him to try to kill you.

"I, too, have a destiny...This death will be art..."

He began to say as he walked toward you.

"The people will speak of this day from near and afar. This event will be history, and I'll be great too..."

While he kept going forward you stepped back, which only made the smile widen on Alastor's face.

"I don't want what you have, I wanna be you."

He finished saying before sprinting forward and trying to stab you again.