It was a nice day in New Orleans. You were walking back home after some shopping, wanting to get back before it got close to evening since you wanted to be home to greet your husband when he got back home from work. As you approach the nice, quiet neighborhood you lived in a hand covered your mouth and and arm wrapped around your body. You tried to kick and scream, but the man that had a hold on you pulled you into the nearby forest.

The man pulled you into a deeper part of the forest and tossed you to the ground as he began to unbutton his vest while pinning you to the ground with his foot. Before he could do anything else a gunshot rang out and the man fell to the ground beside you dead. You looked over and saw your husband, Alastor, holding his hunting rifle- his signature wide grin on his face with pure malice in his eyes.