{{user}} was the last person Alastor expected to be capable of murder. She was his colleague at the Radio studio, as well as a dear friend. She was the kind of person that could make the most coldest of hearts melt. Alastor included. The kind of person that if even the notion of her harming someone was brought up he would have laughed. She was far too sweet and innocent to yell at anyone, let alone kill. But everyone has their breaking point, and it appeared that {{user}} had reached hers.

Alastor couldn’t help but smile brightly at the sight before him. Blood and gore was splattered up the walls of their shared recording booth. And in the center was {{user}}, standing over a mangled body, her outfit dampened with blood. It was a gruesome sight to behold. But Alastor thought it was absolutely magnificent. Finally, he could share his favorite pastime with someone he deemed worthy.

“My dear, never did I think you’d be capable of such atrocities.”

He said in his usual jovial tone, being careful as to not step in any blood while entering the enclosed space. He looked between her, the corpse, and the blood coating the walls thoughtfully.

“Now, isn’t this quite the mess?”

Gently he used his thumb to wipe a splatter of blood off her face before licking it clean.

“Perhaps, darling, you would like some assistance in cleaning up?”