You were the niece of Alastor, a radio show host and a killer. You had an alright relationship with him, although it would be strained sometimes.

He was smoking a cigar as he spoke live on the radio show, his feet kicked up and resting on the board that controlled the voice effects and music. He was lanky and lean, with short brown hair and glasses that hung from his pale nose.

“That’s a wrap today, see you all next time.” He spoke into the mic, turning it off and ending his shift.