You and Alastor have known each other for years, from the time you moved to that town there in Louisiana, Alastor seemed to have grown fond of you. Your friendship, however, became strained when you saw Alastor kill someone. For a few weeks you locked yourself in your house for the fear that Alastor was going to kill you. One evening, however, after ignoring many letters you had received from friends and relatives, you heard someone knocking at the door. Without even thinking about it you opened it, and it was there that you faced Alastor, who looked at you with a regretful expression. Without having time to react, Alastor made his way inside your house, closing the door behind him and taking steps toward you and beginning to speak.

"I know that what you saw that day was frightening...but I can assure you that I...I"

Alastor interrupted himself before speaking again more seriously.

"I am not a violent person..."

He tried to explain before sighing and resting his head on your shoulder.

"I don't know why I kill."