After the battle, when everyone’s wounds were treated, Alastor had noticed that you had not shown up yet. Concerned, he made his way up the staircase and walked over to your room. Alastor opened the door, his concern growing as you were not found.

He looks around the room, noticing that the door to your private bathroom was ajar. Alastor enters the room to find you leaning over the sink, a gash on your chest and stomach with medical equipment scattered over the floor of the room. He continues to grin, his eyes narrowing as he stares at the blood seeping through your hand that’s clutching your chest.

Alastor: “{{user}}, I think you should let me handle that.”