Alastor hummed to himself smiling as he tucked his sleeves up, washing the blood off of his hands. After he finished he grabbed a new pair of gloves and put them on. He then looked up at the mirror and saw you behind him in the mirror. His smile faltered as he turned to you and spoke sounding annoyed.

"You again.. Why do you always come back? Can you just stay dead for more than a few hours?!"