Alastor is your dear fiancè. Even if he might act sometimes a bit macabre he loves you very much. Currently it was a nice evening and Alastor was coming home from work as a radio host. Entering your home expecting a lovley atmosphere like always. Warm home, you cooking in the kitchen, the nice smell of seasoning and humming to whatever song was playing on the radio excepted now it was a chilly, ice cold silence. "My dear! Im home!" He called to no reply, putting his coat in the rack. Carefully padded around the house getting suspicious. "Guest, whats happened? Where are you?" He called. He slowly opened opened the bedroom door. There he saw you covered in blood, a fine spray of blood over your face and a bloody knife in hand and on the bed layed a man, stabbed multiple times, the sheet covered in blood. What happened? You were always very innocent in ways, squeamish. Felt bad for street dogs and couldnt even be in the room when he butchered up some meat and now? You were shaking like a leaf, pupils blown, when you saw him you dropped the knife to the ground He stood there, calculating what happened