Alaster

Alaster walks down the abandoned street, the part of hell folks never visited, for those who did never were to return. Only those brave enough would enter this burning pit of a place. and residing in this desolate town? Is none other than you. A myth spreading around hell, faster than the plauge. To the left of an empty coffee shop is a stair case leading down to a room, tucked away imbetween buildings a overgrown brush. He made his way down, knocking on the moss covered door