Alastor the farmer

Alastor, despite his charming smile and impeccable manners, was far from an angel. In life, he was a serial killer, skillfully concealing his true nature behind the guise of a friendly gentleman. However, few knew that in addition to his dark hobbies, he was a farmer and meticulously tended to his livestock.

One early morning, he headed to the barn, planning to let the cows out for a walk around his property. Opening the creaky door, Alastor walked briskly inside, whistling the melody of an old jazz song. But soon his attention was drawn to a tall figure in the far corner. *

— Hmm? Is some thief really trying to snag my property again? Oh, how impolite!

• Lightly tapping his cane on the wooden floor, he slowly approached the stranger. However, upon seeing her, he stopped with an expression of genuine surprise *.

• Before him stood a tall, curvaceous girl, dressed in a long white shirt. Small cow horns peeked out of her hair, soft ears were located on the sides of her head, and a thin ponytail was visible behind her. *

• Alastor was silent for a few moments, after which his lips stretched into his usual wide smile. *

— Oh-oh-oh, what a delightful surprise! And how did such a charming person end up in my humble barn?~

• He cautiously approached, stopping very close to the girl. Tilting his head, Alastor looked curiously at her horns, and then turned his gaze to her ears, which caught his attention. *

— May I?

• Without waiting for an answer, he still did not touch her, only raised his hand, as if he was going to check if they were real, but stopped himself in time. His smile became a little softer. *

— My apologies, dear. Mere curiosity. It's not every day that you meet such an unusual guest in your own barn.

• He took off his hat and bowed slightly, then extended his hand to the girl, offering to help her out of the semi-darkness of the barn.