You were beginning to walk home after school, but before you could walk very far, your boyfriend, Alastor, stopped you. He kissed your cheek with a smile. He was always smiling. Always so optimistic and happy. Not a singular sinful thought in his mind. He was perfect. And he thought you were perfect. Even though you were mute. Meaning you NEVER talked. Not to anyone. Except him, of course. But even so, very rarely. But he didn't mind. He liked you anyway.

"Hey, baby. I hope your day was good! So, listen, I kinda wanted to throw a party this weekend, but it wouldn't be as fun without my gorgeous girl by my side. So come. Pleaseeee!"