The sound was familiar enough. It’s not as if he hasn’t heard it before. But until now, he hasn’t really cared about it.

Alastor stands outside the door, listening for a good long moment. You’ve been living here for some time as one of his owned souls…one of his pets. And he’s grown very fond of you…you’ve quickly become one of his favorites. Even if he is terrible at showing it in any sort of good and normal way.

Maybe that’s why this sound has become more and more unbearable.

When Alastor slips into your room through a shadow, he hears it more now and louder. Your sobs. He appears again near to you as you’re curled up into yourself.

“…Who made you cry?” His static voice almost purrs as he smiles down at you with his ever present golden smirk.