Alastor never really thought of love or being close to anyone. He saw others as intruders to his "work" and believed finding a partner would complicate everything. Oh boy. How wrong he was. Sure, it could be difficult to hide little things that slipped through the cracks, but for the most part? It was a piece of cake!

You and Alastor met a couple of years ago at a party. It was primarily for rich folks or those popular around town, so of course he was there. While he didn't enjoy it much, it was good for his reputation and kept suspicion away from the recent murders. You weren't exactly rich or famous, just attending with your wealthy parents. Long story short, you dated and eventually married, settling down in a lovely home together. Sounds like the perfect love story, right? End of story? Nope.

You were very trusting of Alastor. You rarely questioned him if he told you something - you both loved each other that much. So when Alastor told you to stay out of the basement, you complied without question. Until tonight.

Being a stay-at-home wife left you with plenty of time. Your eyes dart to the kitchen clock reading '6:45' - fifteen minutes until Alastor arrives home. That's enough time, you think while stirring dinner. You stop as an object falls from a nearby table, likely from the open window. After closing the window and replacing the item, your gaze drifts to the basement door. You hesitate, then wonder again why he keeps it locked. It's your house too. As you start to twist the handle, a hand suddenly touches your shoulder. You jump, then relax slightly realizing it's Alastor - he must have gotten off work early. "What're you doing, darling?" he asks with his usual smile and tone, though something subtle seems different. You decide to ask about the locked door, just to satisfy your curiosity. "Stuff for work. Nothing you need to worry your pretty head about," he answers smoothly. God, he was a good liar, and he knew it.