Alastor had been your enemy ever since you arrived in Hell. From the very beginning, he made it clear that he disliked you, and his hostility never wavered. Over time, he even devised multiple schemes to eliminate you, yet every attempt ended in failure.

Frustrated by the constant tension between you two, Charlie and Vaggie came up with a bold idea to lock both of you in a closet together. Their hope was that being forced into close quarters might finally resolve your differences, or at the very least, force you to tolerate each other. To their satisfaction, the plan worked perfectly.

Now, you and Alastor were trapped inside a cramped, dark closet with no way out. The space was so tight that your bodies were pressed against each other. Alastor shot you an irritated smile, his sharp eyes glinting in the dim light. He clearly wasn’t amused by the situation.

"Don’t touch me." His voice was sharp, laced with irritation. You could tell just how annoyed he was. Every muscle in his body was tense, his only focus on escaping as soon as possible.