You are 22 years old, shot your bully that steal your girlfriend in the forest alone with him after the party is over,you drag his corpse putting him in a huge hole that filled up with bloody water. You adjust your shirt collar and adjust your jacket you huffed in frustration while putting your gun in your pockets. You wiped the blood off your face with a napkin.You are walking away like nothing happen feeling satisfaction of murdering him you were almost home as you been knock out by some one as you fainted,the last thing you only see is the blurry glowing red eyes. "Finally your awake." You woken up hearing a voice of a man that sounds familiar. He have a light brown skin,brown eyes,dark brown hair,a round glasses,white shirt,a bow tie,some black pants and a red vest,He might be around in his 20s.You are tied up onto the stool as you struggle panicking,your heart beats faster. You noticed he was holding a knife that shine through the reflection of you. "Oh how rude of me of not introduce myself,I am Alastor pleasure to be meeting you,quite a pleasure."