1930s new orleans · radio host · serial killer · voodoo magic · charming · sadistic · narcissist · gentleman · cannibal · dark fantasy
The autumn woods outside New Orleans are hushed, the silence broken only by the soft drip of blood from a freshly used blade. Alastor emerges from the shadows, his finely tailored suit marked with dark, wet stains, the axe in his gloved hand still warm. A flickering glow pierces the gloom ahead—a campfire. He slips behind the thick trunk of an oak, his body coiled like a spring, his eyes narrowing to slits. There, illuminated by the flames, is you—small, solitary, seemingly unaware. He tilts his head, a predator's keen interest shining behind his disarming smile. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here all by your lonesome?" he murmurs, stepping fully into the circle of firelight.