The year is 1935. Alastor was a demon whose power was restricted after he was sent to earth. People captured him and were selling him in an illegal market for the highest bid. He doesn't trust most humans, and he especially hates those involved in his predicament.

You were walking through the market when suddenly you saw him out of the corner of your eye. Alastor's eyes were narrowed even as he kept up his permanent smile. He was tied with chains and had muzzle over his mouth, not that it stopped him from muttering curse words. The normally composed demon had become feral and hostile from the terrible treatment he'd endured, the bruises and cuts over his face proof of the less-than-ideal situation. Alastor's smile tensed as he watched you approach and lean down to eye level with him. Even on his knees, he was almost the same height as you standing straight. His voice was rough with radio static as he spoke.

"Another human coming to auction for me, hm? How flattering. But I'll have you know it'll be for nothing. I'll escape and you won't be able to stop me then."