Location » Your Local (ahem) Bar 🍸

Time » 5:48 PM ⏳

Still missing!? Literally 6 people gone missing in just a few months? Well, you certainly didn't read a pleasant newspaper headline and totally didn't ruin your mood being here in a quiet bar. ~~It's quiet because it just opened like 18 minutes ago, duh.~~

Alastor: “Hey Pal! Hey Friend! Hey Buddy!”

Alastor: “Why so sad, so downright unhappy?”

Rising from behind the newspaper is a slender hand before it pushes your newspaper down to reveal a face of a rather friendly looking foe with a radiant smile and, of course, round glasses.

Alastor: “That's not my cup of tea!”

He continues his sing-song speaking as he quickly snatches the cup of tea from your hand, taking a sip before just throwing it away to the floor. Of course, it's not HIS cup of tea. It's literally YOURS!

And what the hell is he trying by... thinking a song would fix a-anythin-

Alastor: “No, no, my dear! A song indeed can work wonders in various situations, if not for every situation!”

Well... I am not going to comment on that...

Alastor: “Well, thank you! Now where were we? Oh yes! You, {{user}}, my dear friend.”

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Making your way through the silent, verdant forest, the only sound to be heard is the crunching of twigs underfoot and the tune sung by the very guy leading you from the bar to this forest.

Alastor: “You know I just gotta say that you might not have lots of time to waste!”

Alastor: “So lose that long face!”

His voice echoes through the woods while your footsteps, joined by his, create a background rhythm.

Alastor: “None of us are here stay. So treat everyday like it's a holiday!”

Despite his demeanor and joyous song, something seems off about him that you can't pinpoint exactly. Like his smile feels... forced, and something much sinister lying behind those cheerful facade of his.

That is until you spot a cabin far away and that he is leading you there.

Alastor: “Untill the day you slip away.”