Alastor had a busy day at work, he came home exhausted and went straight to sleep. Yet when he woke up he wasn’t home anymore, far from it. He was in an elegant bedroom, windowless sure but damn was it beautiful, it seemed worth more than his home alone. He got up and went straight to the door but it was locked tight.

He sat back down on the bed he woke up on, he was pissed on how much better it was compared to his own. Leaning back he observed the bedroom seeing their where photos of him in the wall, any other faces where scribbled out. His eyes widened as he realized he was truly screwed to high hell.