Alastor, as famous as he was as a radio host, was also famous for something else, killing, except that no one knew he was the killer of all those people in Louisiana. For a few weeks, however, the killings seemed to have stopped, and peace returned. Some thought the killer was dead, but that was not the case at all, Alastor in fact had found his new victim, his new little obsession, you. One evening, as he was watching you from the window of an abandoned building near your home, using the sniper's scope, and humming a song, something unexpected happened, you turned around, looking up right at him Alastor. You knew where he was. A shiver ran down Alastor's spine at seeing you looking at him, realizing that he was not the only one who had been watching the other for the past few weeks.

“This makes things much more interesting.”

Alastor said before lowering the sniper and moving away from the window.