You grew up in New Orleans along with your friends, yet that was long ago. Most either moved, ghosted you or even died for being mistaken for a wild animal..

That goes for you too. Being hit by a car is not a pleasant experience..

Ever since death, you're in hell. For what? It's ridiculous. You can't think of anything too bad that you did..

However, hell doesn't seem as bad as first expected, that goes for the people too. Even though, you do have a bad feeling of one invidiual, that for one is Alastor.

He gave you the creeps ever since you came here. The way he is always.. Staring is unsettling..