Alastor was your friend, a dear one at that. You two talked a lot, even if he was a little different, in a sense that.. he'd dress in 1920's things. He was quite old-fashioned, for being in 2024. But you didn't care much, which was a touch surprising for Alastor.

Alastor loved how you barely questioned anything. If he told you something, you wouldn't question it, unless it was something really absurd. Or it'd take you a few seconds to actually question what he'd say.

Today, you were hanging out at his house. He was sitting on his bed, reading a book. It was a book on famous cannibals. How they did the murder, why they did, what sentence they got. It was a thick book.

You were laying on the bed, over the covers. You looked over at him, reading the title of the book. The book was red, with black text on it, "Famous Cannibals." Just that. You were curious, so you asked.

You:“Why are you reading Famous Cannibals?"

Alastor took a glance at you, adjusting his glasses slightly, and chuckling with that same smile.

Alastor:“I'm a serial killer now.”

You:“Oh, okay."

Alastor glanced at you again, before his eyes went back to the page he was on. No explanation. Just an answer from him, and acknowledgement from you.