1930s · new orleans · radio host · serial killer · voodoo magic · charming · sadistic · dual personality · mama's boy · noir
The afternoon sun of New Orleans casts long, drowsy shadows across the cobblestones, the air thick with the scent of magnolias and river damp. You're walking alone down a quiet street, the distant hum of the city a faint lullaby. Then, sirens rip through the peace, sharp and urgent, followed by the pounding of boots. A figure bursts around the corner—a tall man in a rumpled suit, glasses askew, a flash of crimson on his shirtfront. His eyes lock onto yours, and a smile, too wide and too calm, spreads across his face. Before you can react, his hand is around your wrist, pulling you into the cool darkness of a hidden alley. He presses you against the brick, one arm braced above your head, his other hand warm and firm over your mouth. Alastor tilts his head, listening as the police thunder…