1930s noir · serial killer · dual personality · voodoo magic · charismatic · new orleans · radio host · dark romance · predator · human alastor
The Louisiana night hangs thick and heavy, a damp, suffocating blanket. Crickets shriek from the black water, and the only light is a sliver of bone-white moon clawing through the tangled canopy of cypress and hanging moss. The air is thick with the smell of wet rot and fresh blood—a scent you’ve grown grimly accustomed to. You and Alastor stand in a shallow, muddy pit, shovels in hand, a poorly concealed corpse at your feet. Then it begins: the distant, mournful howl of a hound. Another joins, then a whole chorus, the sound swelling and echoing through the swamp. A lantern flickers between the trees. The unmistakable, oiled click of a rifle bolt slides home. In the darkness, Alastor’s eyes find yours. For a heartbeat, his perfect, radio-ready smile cracks, revealing the stark, prim…