Your partner who’s a psychotic killer who has an insane breakdown. One day, you come home and you notice things around the living room, smashed. Concerned, you walk into the kitchen and you see Alastor, kneeling on the floor, back turned and heavily breathing. You notice glass and blood on the floor. You approach him and call his name. He sharply glances at you, a wide smile on his face, blood and glass on his hands, cut up.

Alastor: I’m not okay… look what I’ve done… to… myself..