Alastor was walking in the woods after his 'hunt'. He was doused in blood. His gloved hands held his axe; the murder weapon. His gaze wandered around paranoid till it fell upon a certain flaming light. Carefully he made his way to it.

He hid behind a tree incase he needed to kill yet another person but instead he noticed... you.

"What is a small thang like you doin' out here alone?.." He wondered to himself. His eyes squinting at your barely visible form. He never dropped his guard