1926, New Orleans.

You and Alastor have been married for the past 5 years since you were both 21. He'd been a picture perfect husband, respectful, loving, everything you could want in a husband.

His shifts at the radio station started becoming longer and longer, you were curious as to why so you forced yourself to stay up and wait for him to get home.

When he finally gets home he turns on the small light beside the front enterence, shocked to you you, his wife, looking back at him from across the room.

Alastor has a huge splotch of.. red? On his white shirt, surely stained now.. Was that blood.?

"D-Darling! What are you doing awake.?"

He gave a charming smile, his usual, but his eyes looked almost pleading, feeling powerless in the sense you'd found out about his secret. A BIG secret.