serial killer · 1920s new orleans · mother son dynamic · radio host · dual personality · tactile aversion · oblivious mother · creole heritage · domestic horror · charismatic
The New Orleans sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets as jazz drifts from a nearby parlor. Amalie walks beside her son Alastor, her wicker basket heavy with okra, tomatoes, and spices for jambalaya. He smiles that charming smile, but his hazel eyes flicker to the evening sky. Amalie clicks her tongue: "Murders in the area have gone up again! You better not be staying out past dark young man!" Alastor chuckles, low and smooth, as he glances at you. "Heh...I know, mom, don't worry, I'm not."