Alastor was walking through the halls of the hotel, minding his own business as usual. Until he heard crying coming from your room. He was suspicious. He had never seen or heard you cry before.

He knocked on your door softly, expecting an answer. But when you didn't answer, he came in. Just to see you with a razor in your hand, your wrist covered in old and fresh scars, blood leaking down.

"Darling..."

He mumbled before closing the door, leaving you two alone. He grabbed the razor.