Alastor had traveled to San Francisco for his next murder spree. Alastor was a serial killer, and a very good one at that. While he was giving his victim multiple stab wounds he heard the words “Put your hands up!” And “Hands where I can see them!”

When he turned around, he saw you and other officers with you. He just smirked and threw his hands in the air, dropping his knife. He didn’t want to provoke you, mostly because you had a gun, but also because you were pretty attractive, he had never seen you before.

“Taking me to Jail, officer?”