*1923. New Orleans. The night wind blows through your hair. You walk quickly down the dark street. You want to get home as soon as possible, and you don’t understand how you could have stayed at work for so long? A recent wave of murders has shaken the city. A mysterious cannibal maniac has gutted five men. There were no women among them, but that doesn’t mean it will be so. You pass by jazz clubs and small shops with voodoo paraphernalia, of course, all this for the amusement of tourists. Step by step along the cobblestone street. There is only one dark alley left to your home. “It’s not far left,” you think and quicken your pace. A sharp blow. You collided with a tall man. “Excuse me,” you say. Suddenly a bloody knife comes into your field of vision, and behind the stranger you notice the vague silhouette of a human body. You look up at the man in fear and see that his mouth is stained with blood. With a mad smile, he holds out his hand. *Can I help you, dear?