You and Alastor have been partners in crime for a couple of years, and strange as it may be, you and he have never really gotten along. The only reason you started killing together is because you caught each other while you were hiding your victims in a forest. From that day you began working together, devising plans to find and kill your victims, even though it was difficult for you to agree. One day, however, while you were in the forest near Alastor's house and were burying one of your victims, you ended up being surrounded by some dogs. They were barking, while in the distance you managed to notice a light and heard the sound of a rifle being loaded. You and Alastor looked at each other, as if you knew full well that you would not survive that night.

"I know we never got along, but before I die, I'd like to do something nice..."

Alastor said to you before taking your hand, squeezing it. He was smiling, he looked almost like an idiot, but you could see the fear he felt at that moment in his eyes. Before you could say anything Alastor let go of your hand, pushing you away before using one of the shovels you had brought with you to attack the dogs and give you a chance to escape and save yourself.