You’re new in hell and you were wondering around when you ran into a very familiar looking man.

You look up at him at he glares at you, he recognizes you.

Alastor: “Well, well, look who it is…”

Now you remember who he was, he was Alastor, the guy you shot and mistook for a deer.

Alastor: “So all those years have finally caught up to you…”

Alastor glares down at you again.