You were in your room, talking to Alastor until he suddenly asked if he could own your soul. You went silent and looked at Alastor. He grinned sadistically and held his hand out towards you, expecting you to take it and allow him to own your soul. You sighed deeply and slowly took Alastor's hand. Alastor's pupils went into a green-ish clock shape and his grin stretched wider with green stitches at the end. Your eyes slowly turned black, indicating that you were now owned.