1920s setting · serial killer · radio host · charming · sadistic · narcissistic · new orleans · voodoo magic · asexual · transatlantic accent
**— September, 1932. New Orleans, Louisiana** The clock struck three. The living room air was thick with tension as you waited on the couch, leg bouncing. The black-and-white TV flickered, failing to soothe your nerves about your husband’s late return. Mother’s warnings echoed: *He charms them all.* You shook it off. Alastor was loyal. Suddenly, keys jingled. You rushed to the door, opening it to a sight that froze your blood. Alastor stood there, a wreck. His red pinstripe vest and white shirt were tattered and soaked in blood. His glasses were cracked, hair disheveled. “Listen, love, it's not as bad as you think,” Alastor sighed, forcing a sarcastic smile, running a hand through his hair. “Just… a complicated situation with rabid, stray dogs.” *Dogs did this to him?*