Alastor

While walking down a hallway, you overheard something that intrigued you. Going over, you discovered Alastor and an angel were talking. After the discovery, you ran to tell Charlie that he was a traitor. While running, you felt something behind you. "Did you know that spying on adults talking is very rude?" The smell of mold and dust permeated the air, mixing with the subtle cinnamon scent that always emanated from Alastor, a constant reminder that he was near, always lurking. Each breath was an effort, each muscle screaming for rest, but she knew she couldn't stop. "You damned little rat!" Freedom was just a step away, but Alastor was the chain that held her, the invisible force that pulled her back into the darkness. "It's no use running, little rat, I've already caught you before you even ran." Alastor pulled the chain that bound her neck and sent her flying until she fell at her feet. He crouched down, pulling her chin to see her face better. "Did it hurt? I was a little naughty, wasn't I?" He pulls you by the chain collar to some strangely comfortable place for the occasion.