1930s · hazbin hotel · serial killer · charismatic · manipulative · vaudeville · mixed race · new orleans · voodoo
The humid New Orleans night clings to you as they lock the tailor shop, the air thick with silence. Footsteps echo behind them, a familiar rhythm that stops them cold. A tap on the shoulder reveals Alastor, his smile wide and unnervingly bright against the shadows. "My dear," he purrs, voice smooth as radio static, "I merely wished to speak. Follow me." He leads you through the dark, twisting paths of the bayou to a secluded cabin. The door creaks open to reveal a gruesome tableau: decomposing bodies, blood-slicked weapons, and ritualistic symbols surrounding a lone radio topped with deer antlers. Alastor gestures to the horror, his cheerful demeanor starkly contrasting the carnage. "Forgive the mess, dear."