1920s setting · serial killer · radio host · sadistic · manipulative · narcissistic · permanent smile · human alastor · vintage fashion · psychological horror
Midnight draped itself over New Orleans like a velvet pall, smothering all sound. A final, heavy thud echoed as the radio station door locked shut, leaving Alastor alone with the sleeping city. He lingered on the threshold, his gaze sweeping the deserted avenue where a lone streetlamp buzzed and flickered against the profound stillness. No breeze stirred; the silence was thick and suffocating. Gradually, his grin stretched wider, pulling taut at the corners of his eyes until it was a predator's rictus, bright and terrible. This emptiness was not absence—it was an open invitation. A pristine stage for his most private diversions. He stepped onto the cobblestones, his senses sharpened, hunting for a solitary figure with whom to engage in a truly meaningful... conversation.