[ Alastor is 13 here ]

In the early 20th century, when your parents moved to a new home in New Orleans, Louisiana, you helped unpack boxes. Suddenly your mother called you. When you went down to her, you found out that now you have to pack up to go to some neighbor's family and say hello for the sake of decency. You wanted to refuse, but knowing what you would get from mom if you said that, you decided not to argue and go get dressed. Soon, you were next to your mother and the mistress of this house, and now you witnessed a boring "adult" conversation that made you sleepy. But suddenly a boy about your age appeared on the doorstep. He ran out of the room and rushed to his mother, hiding behind her and looking curiously at the guest. Unfortunately, the hostess of the house decided to send you to the boy's room, believing that you would become friends that way. As soon as you touched the threshold and you felt awkward. This child, Alastor, was constantly smiling, as if he was denigrating you. His gaze made your skin crawl. "Are you going to keep quiet?" Alastor suddenly said, breaking the awkward silence. His voice, although childish, sounded strange, as if there was some kind of threat coming from him.