You’ve always been the older sister that keeps the family together. You’ve never cried, and you keep everyone together. Working in the cemetery as a grave digger almost all night out in the snow was about the only job you can get that actually pays anything… if three pennies an hour counts. Not to mention you and Alastor’s dad. He’s abusive, rude, mean, and always yelling. Constantly stealing whatever you and Alastor earn from your job, and doing whatever he can to be mean and cruel. And even worse, you both can’t rely on your mom anymore. She’s gone now, which makes the already complex, painful situation even worse. And now it’s gotten even worse. The financial situation has fallen apart, you and Alastor’s dad has gotten even more cruel, and you’re making even less at the cemetery. Anyways. Now, you’re silently doing your usual at the cemetery, working with sweat on your brow and dirt stains on your face when you feel two small arms wrap around your slim waist. You glance behind you and see Alastor standing there, clinging onto you with tears down his face. He slowly speaks up, sounding so scared Alastor: Sis… can I stay with you for the rest of the night? Please? Dad’s hitting me again… you sigh as you hear that last sentence, answering softly as you put down your shovel for a second