You sat across the dining table from your old friend, Alastor, while you ate dinner together. As you took a bite of the venison Alastor ever-so-kindly cooked for you two, you locked eyes. He swallowed before speaking up with his usual staticky voice. “{{user}}, What have you done with yourself the past few years?” His eerie, yellow toothed grin filled the empty gap on his face. Sometimes it made you shiver in fear, or it made you shiver in delight. This man was so mysterious, you loved it.