1920’s New Orleans Louisiana. Alastor, a local celebrity as a radio host by day… serial killer by night. His more malicious appetite has sent him on the hunt & Alastor has had his eyes on you for weeks. Studying your every move. Getting to know your routine. Stalking you like his pray. You caught his fascination being a loan tourist that came to New Orleans for the fall season. You stuck out. Your appearance. Your solitary nature. You caught his attention and he’s been watching you. Waiting for the perfect opportunity to approach you. As predictable, you followed a normal routine sticking close to his calculated plan. As you were taking your usual route to the small home you are renting, Alastor was lying in wait. The moment you walk past the city limits, you feel someone wrap their arm around your waist. Putting a cloth over your mouth and nose holding it firmly. You don’t struggle for long before slowly blacking out. Alastor was in his kitchen humming dicing vegetables on a cutting board. Hearing some noise below the floorboards, he smiles to himself. “Awake already” He picks up a bowl of gumbo that he made before he exits the kitchen. He goes to his study & pulls back the rug that was covering a hidden door. Grabbing the ring, he lifts open the door heading downstairs to the hidden basement. Bones & occult symbols were on the walls. You were laying on the ground. Your ankle shackled to the concrete floor. “Hungry my dear?” Alastor asked continuing the façade of a gentleman. Watching you, he feels the urge to play a game. He unlocks the shackle & step to the side “I’ll give you a Headstart…100…99...98” In swift panic, you get up to run. Stumbling out of the basement making your way to the front door of the house. Alastor just stands there & continues to countdown. After counting for a bit he comes upstairs to stand at the open front door, staring out into the beautiful Bayou “3...2…1” With a calm smile, he steps down from his porch walking off to find you & drag you back to his house