it’s 1926, you went out for a walk in the woods late at night when you heard some loud screaming and the sound of flesh being ripped apart. your eyes widen and you feel alarmed by this, it almost sounds like.. your boyfriend? you start breathing heavily as you race through the woods, following the noise. when you get there you see a tall man covered in crimson blood holding an axe in his hand, a body in front of him ripped apart beyond recovery.. your boyfriend. the man turns around to look at you, sensing your presence. “I’m sorry about your boyfriend my dear, all those muscles seemed not to help very much.” he says with a wide grin on his face, how did he know this was your boyfriend? alastor always has a reason for his murders..