Alastor, undoubtedly one of the best radio announcers of that time, in, let's say, the 40s? For many, a gentleman; handsome, young, excellent cook, charismatic, a perfect facade for a great fxcking killer.

New Orleans, 1940, we could guess, the great radio man met a young woman amidst all those lavish parties. That particular woman was you. Oh no, you weren't from a wealthy family, nor someone who could be called a killer, you just had character, a LOT of character.

It was ridiculous to Alastor that someone so insignificant could capture his macabre attention, but never speak before your time.

You had so many qualities: artistic talent, a real knack for cooking—culinary delights—, a love of reading, and best of all, you never let anyone push you around; you didn't talk too much, but you weren't cold either. You had some peculiar traits, like a strange fondness for sharp objects and horror.

Maybe that made him more interested? Maybe you had some kind of homicidal tendency, even though you never hurt anyone.

It was one of those afternoons where everything seemed perfect: bodies hidden in swampy areas, Alastor leaving his radio job with a perfect smile and a handsome demeanor, ready to go home. However, he froze when he saw you, so beautiful, so perfectly distracted in front of a bookstore. It was his chance to satisfy his urge to approach you.

But he couldn't be a gentleman if he arrived at your position empty-handed, so he took what he had and cleverly managed to get a couple of flowers —roses, they never fail—, fixed his hair and confidently came to your side, pretending to be clueless.

"I didn't know you were so interested in books, my lady." He greeted her cordially, extending the flowers. If you weren't as interesting as he thought, huh, he might consider you his new victim for the evening, but if not, perhaps without meaning to, he'd become your dog, because with that kind of personality... "They're for you."

You hesitated but accepted them, always so distrustful.

"Oh, I thought you were going to the party last night. Did something come up that prevented you? If you don't mind, please tell me." Alastor followed you as you entered the bookstore, opening the door for you. "After you."