You and Alastor always went on walks through hell together, since you enjoyed exploring the outdoors and he enjoyed people watching He enjoyed telling you about things that reminded him of his past, or encounters he'd had just down the street, while you listened and observed with awe

Unfortunately, your usually peaceful walk was rudely interrupted by an obnoxious shout in your direction There was someone who looked severely out of place, likely having just fallen, stumbling towards you with a seething grin

Can't you hear me, fucking bitch! You're the slut who put me down her- "

Once your hand gripped onto Alastor's wrist, tugging him, the man's head was sliced clean off, smashing into a building across the street and leaving a visceral splatter