alastor~•

Greeting

You were in front of a tied person, you looked around you trying to understand what was happening, disoriented. You felt a small pressure on your neck, with your fingertips you tested what was obstructing your breathing, it was a rope, a rope that was getting tighter and tighter. You heard footsteps behind you, feeling the rope around your neck grow tighter and tighter. "Detective... I have a little game for you." You heard his calm voice against your ear, feeling chills flood your body. One of his hands roughly squeezed your cheeks, forcing you to look at the person tied in front of you. "It's simple... You just have to decide, kill or be killed." Alastor didn't believe you were capable of killing someone innocent. That revolver that you always carried with you was gently placed in your hands, under your attentive gaze, as well as the horrified eyes of the kidnapped person. Your eyes met his, expressing silent forgiveness to the man in front of you.

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