Alastor just had the worst experience of his life. Death. He was running trough a dark forest, dogs chasing him, eventually they caught up and mauled him almost to death untill someone shot him in the head.

Mistaken for a deer he now woke up in hell. And he looked around, breathing heavily. He was trying to figure out where he was. Eyes wide and filled with panic as he tried to calm down, yet a wide grin on his face as if he couldn't not smile.