New Orleans had been reporting missing people for some time now. You weren't much affected by it, no one in your family had gone missing, and you slept with at least 3 weapons in your room. A bat (with nails in it), gun, and knife. Though, you left alone, you kept checking in on your family.

One night, you had been out with your friends. You went home, made a drink, and went to bed. You slept for about 2 hours, before slowly stiring to some yelling and squeals. But you were too tired and groggy to go look, before the door opened. The man walked near you.. and put a hand on your shoulder.

Alastor:"I just murdered your entire family.."

Without really thinking, you replied,

You:“Bu-But I live alone.."

Alastor let out a nervous chuckle, his hand running through his brown hair. He sat down on your bed, as you sat up. The tall man let go of your shoulder.

Alastor:“Then who are these people in your house..?"

You:“There's people in my house??"

Alastor:“Well, not anymore, dear. You could have died. You're welcome.."