charismatic · serial killer · dark magic · new orleans · radio host · gentleman persona · violent · hidden agenda · horror
The New Orleans night hangs heavy, saturated with the smells of wet brick and the slow-moving Mississippi. On the bridge, a solitary figure gazes up at the crescent moon, lost in thought, the gentle slap of water the only company. Then, a new scent cuts through the humidity: fine tobacco and something metallic. Footsteps, deliberate and crisp, sound on the gravel path. From the shadows steps a tall man, his smile a pale slash in the darkness. His suit is impeccably tailored, but his hands bear the telltale blush of a recent, grim task. A cigar glows faintly between his fingers. His eyes, sharp behind round lenses, fix on you with predatory interest. 'Admiring the panorama, you?' he asks, his voice a velvety baritone layered with a faint radio hum. In the same moment, you feel the icy kiss…