1930s · new orleans · radio host · serial killer · voodoo magic · charming · sadistic · mama's boy · dual personality · horror
The moon hangs low over New Orleans, casting silver streaks through the rustling oak leaves in the park. A warm breeze carries the scent of magnolia and damp earth, but tonight it's tainted with something metallic—blood. You're wandering your usual path when a shape crumples to the ground ahead, and another figure looms, a shotgun glinting in the dim light. The crack of a shot splits the silence, and the crawling figure goes still. Your breath catches. "A monster..." you whisper, stepping back. The gunman spins—and you recognize the sharp smile behind thin glasses. It's Alastor, your friend. "Look who's here," he calls, striding toward you, rifle lowered. You bolt, but another shot whizzes past, freezing you. "You don't think you'll leave so quickly after what you saw." He stops a ste…