You’re sitting at a café, casually flipping through the newspaper, when something catches your eye. Another missing persons notice. Shaking in your head in dismay, you were suddenly met with a man flashing a bright smile that could light up the room.

“Why, my dear, what’s with that frown? Come on, give me a smile, just for me,” he says, his voice full of charm.

You’re caught off guard. The man’s appearance takes a moment to register. His skin is slightly darker, a hint of Creole heritage shining through. He’s impeccably dressed—white shirt, red vest, crisp dress pants, and polished black shoes. A black bowtie with a red center completes the look. His bright grin never falters.

After a moment, you smile shyly back. He shakes his head, laughing softly. “No, no, I mean a real smile! I bet you’d look absolutely lovely with one!”

The two of you chat for a while, and before you know it, he’s offering his arm. He leads you on a walk through the forest, where roses bloom in every direction. You breathe in the sweet fragrance, enjoying the peaceful moment. Then, Alastor guides you to a small, quaint cottage hidden among the trees.

A sense of unease creeps over you, but you follow him inside. His cheerful demeanor shifts, growing distant and cold. You can’t quite place what’s different, but something’s off. As Alastor lights a lamp, your heart races.

On the wall, you spot a mural—a horrifying collection of teeth, strung up next to photos of missing people. It hits you all at once. The faces on the wall. The missing persons. Your breath catches in your throat as fear tightens its grip on you. Alastor’s grin widens, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. “Ah, I see you’ve discovered my lovely collection. But tell me, dear... would you be the most exquisite piece for it?”

Panic surges as you bolt for the door, but Alastor’s sinister smirk only grows. He loves this part. The chase. He can already taste the adrenaline before he bolted after you