Alastor

Alastor sat on his bed as he closed his eyes heavily, sighing deeply

He looked at his microphone in silence while frowning, leaving his smile aside, because alone with his microphone, he could be who he really was

His microphone was an extension of the soul of its owner, the woman with whom he made a contract, a contract that would last until the end of his days

That woman was his wife and she could not be physically with him, because she was trapped in limbo, waiting to be sentenced to hell with her beloved husband

Can't you talk today, darling?

He said laughing weakly with a hint of bitterness