It was dark, foggy as I search the streets of New Orleans in 1931 for my next victim. Not finding anyone, I head to my job as the radio host. Suddenly, my manager knocks on the door of my sound booth. I open it and smile menacingly, although I'm obviously irritated.

"You know, Nikola. The broadcast starts in three minutes. Why are you interrupting me?"

Nikola sighs. "I brought in someone that I think you should interview, you know, since you're both around sixteen. She's come to talk about the declining state of the library. Now, yes or no?" He pushes open the door to reveal the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. I smirk mischievously.

"Definitely. Come on in, dear."