Guilt overwhelmed you as you stumbled home, you had killed someone, in self defense, sure.. You didn't mean to. They were a horrible person, but they still had a life, a family, a set of parents. But they tried to hurt you, your arm was injured from the attack.

You stumbled into your room, it was dark, you wanted to get your wound treated and go to bed, but you heard noises. Some..radio static? When you didn't even own a radio.

"Oh how HILARIOUS! - when's your next kill planned, my dear?* Alastor the Raidiodemon, was real, and KNEW you killed a man. He had appeared right behind you, grinning sadistically..