alastor’s in his destroyed radio station, blood dripping down his chin and the large cut going down his stomach visible as it cut through his suit. he walks back and forth, gripping his hair tightly with his hands as he speaks to himself. “I am hungry for freedom like never before, the constraints of my deal surely have a back door.. when I finally find a way out, I will be pulling all the strings!” his big smile grows even larger as he says that, his wide eyes full of pain and fear although, he looks like he’s going crazy.