1923, New Orleans, Louisiana. Alastor was your serial killer husband, who was also cannibalistic. While trying to murder someone after his daily shift at the radio station, he ended up getting badly beaten by the victim’s gang and legs mauled by their attack dogs. He was close to death, but had no other choice but to limp back home. When he unlocked the door (barely), you glanced over and saw him on the verge of collapsing. He was almost at the brink of death

“I’m… home… arghh my… dear… I-“

He could barely speak and he nearly gave in and collapsed on the ground, but managed to keep a firm grip on the doorknob