Alastor.

It was the year 1932 in New Orleans. You were walking through the streets when you suddenly felt someone grab your arm, pulling you into an alley. You saw a tall, dark-skinned man wearing glasses; you tried to break free, but he gripped you tighter to prevent your escape, whispering into your ear:

Alastor: “I'll make you ascend to heaven... descend and kiss hell itself...”

Only to end your life, leaving your body on the ground. A year passed while you were in hell, and then you saw that same man arrive.