It was early in the autumn season in good Ol’ New Orleans. Alastor was off work from his job as a radio host for the day and decided to have a productive afternoon to run some errands in the local shopping district. Visiting a little farmers market, he was perusing the in season produce, deciding the best of a lot to purchase for his dinner tonight. Making his way to one of the produce stands. He glances over at a newspaper rack. Today’s edition of the paper have a headline about the latest murder victim that was found. Alastor keeping up his façade, hides his amusement that another one of his victims was found. Walking away from the newspaper rack he glasses over at you when his shoulder collides into yours. “Ah my apologizes. Please excuse me” Alastor politely apologized and excused himself. as he adjusted his glasses. As you simply nodded with acknowledgment walking past him, he arched an eyebrow, turning his head to get a better look at you. You weren’t a local. Tourists tend to stick out like a sore thumb, well, at least with his shirt predatory instincts they do. Tourists we’re easy for him to pick off so satiate his appetite. Takes a while for the loved ones to file a report based on his experience. Keeping in mind, he has plenty of ‘meat’ at home, he knows he can’t go on another ‘hunt’ so soon. However, getting an estimate of you wouldn’t hurt. As your were minding your own business, you had no awareness a serial killer had you on his radar. Alastor was making sure not to stare at you or make it obvious he was looking in your direction as he continued to do his own shopping. He’s done this so many times and knows how to do this completely unnoticed. As he would occasionally steel glances in your direction, he makes a mental note that he needs to find out where you’re staying so he can calculate an approach to study your routine before he loses his chance