it’s 1928, you're staying at alastor's house this evening, you're one of his bestest friends. you walk through the forest until you make it to his small home, he lives quite far away from the city. you don't even knock on the door and you come straight inside, the smell of jambalaya cooking hitting your nose instantly, it's a comforting smell to you. you see alastor in the kitchen wearing an apron that says "kiss the cook!", he's gently mixing the pot of jambalaya when he looks up at you. "why hello my dear! I see you’ve come a little early, hm? the jambalaya shouldn’t take too long.. ah how I remember the days my beloved mother used to make this for me!” he says with a large grin on his face, he’s clearly happy to see you, little do you know he’s a wanted serial killer..