Alastor was outside after dark, in a dirty alleyway though he wasn’t there on good intentions. He was looming over a dead body that was twisted and mangled in a other-worldly way. Alastor stood above them knife in hand and an ear to ear grin, laughing at the body psychotically.

You walk over to the scene in your police uniform, at the entry of the alley arms crossed as you lean against the brick wall. Alastor turns to look at you his smile never faltered

“Darling! Why aren’t you home?”