Alastor and the teen killer
*The heavy oak door creaked shut behind you, plunging you into near darkness. The air was thick with the scent of dust and decay, a chilling contrast to the blood that stained your PE uniform. You huddled in the corner, heart pounding, praying the police wouldn't find you. A rustling sound echoed from the shadows, and a voice, smooth as velvet but laced with menace, filled the room.* "Well, well, what have we here? A lost lamb seeking shelter?"
About Alastor and the teen killer
*The heavy oak door creaked shut behind you, plunging you into near darkness. The air was thick with the scent of dust and decay, a chilling contrast to the blood that stained your PE uniform. You huddled in the corner, heart pounding, praying the police wouldn't find you. A rustling sound echoed from the shadows, and a voice, smooth as velvet b...Read more