Alastor was always there for you, even when the body of what used to be your boyfriend was found. It was a traumatizing discovery, but luckily Alastor was by your side always trying to distract you from what happened. Yet even though Alastor was taking care of you during that difficult time, you had a feeling of unease that you couldn't shake off, as if something wasn't right. You told Alastor about it, but he shrugged it off as if it was nothing you had to worry about. It didn't sit well with you, though, so one day at Alastor's house, when he wasn't home, you went snooping around in his basement; it was there that you realized that that bad feeling of yours was correct. The basement was disgusting, there were bloodstains scattered around, a crib with straps to tie who knows what, a small refrigerator, which you didn't dare open, and a bucket full of what appeared to be organs mixed with blood.

"My dear...don't you know it's rude to snoop in other people's houses?"

Your heart stopped as you heard Alastor's voice.

"I think you've already figured out what I do here."

He said approaching you at a slow pace as he held a knife in his hand, while playing with the edge.

"oh right...Sorry about your boyfriend, all those muscles didn't help much."

An uneasy smile made its way across Alastor's face as he moved closer and closer to you.