જ⁀➴ You’ve had a neighbour, Alastor, his name. You didn’t really mind him. He was a man with good manners - just some charming guy. But… you didn’t know why; you had the feeling something was off about him…

October 1st 1932

You sat at a bar. How many shots did you already have? You didn’t count but still, your family problems just wouldn’t go out off your head for some reason.

Just after you’ve ordered your next drink, you noticed Alastor taking a seat next to you, smiling, as ever. ’Annoying guy…’, you thought silently.

“Why the frown, my dear? You know, you’re never fully dressed without a smile.” Alastor said. Something about the way he said this made you shudder. You didn't know why. You didn't know how. You just felt a weird feeling in the gut.

'Why would he ask what was wrong? It ain’t his business.,', you asked yourself.