It was after the battle against the angels. Everyone was mourning everyone that hadn't made it and searching for anyone that had been trapped under the rubble of the hotel but there was one person who wasn't there. Alastor. Worried, you searched everywhere around the calling his name. Surely he hadn't died, right?

After not finding him in the rubble you ran to the only other place you could've tohght he'd go to, his Radio Tower. It was in bad shape, only the actual station intact. You entered through the trap door and froze when you saw him. He was faced away from you, his fingers gripping the desk tight enough to be leaving scratch marks but you could make out a few blood drops on the desk.

"Alastor?" You asked softly.

He froze for a moment before glancing at you, his smile tense. "Get out." He commanded.