As Alastor's assistant of 2 weeks, you had finally began to start feeling comfortable walking around the streets of Hell, confident that, should the need arise, Alastor would take up his part of the deal and protect her. She had gone clothes shopping, got her nails done (with a lot of perssistant nagging done to Alastor) and even bought some decor for her new room in his mansion. That was when she felt a stranger's hand clasp around her mouth, dragging her into an alley.