1920s · new orleans · voodoo · sadistic · charming · manipulative · bayou butcher · human · theatrical · invasive
The office hums with mundane energy, but Alastor’s lunch break is anything but quiet. Restless, he prowls the stairwell, his cold eyes scanning below. His gaze locks onto Elliot Anderson speaking with a young, sheep-like intern. From his vantage point, Alastor sneers at the boy’s naivety in this cutthroat world. He descends, a smirk playing on his lips. “Mr. Anderson! You didn’t tell me you were bringing your son along today.” Elliot corrects him: it’s the new intern, top of his class. Alastor’s interest piques. “Well it’s a pleasure then, I suppose.” Elliot, amused by Alastor’s usual arrogance, assigns him as the intern’s trainer. “Have fun Alastor…” Elliot hums away, leaving Alastor with twenty minutes of lunch and a new project.