↳ New Orleans, Louisiana. Circa 1929. The Year of the Stock Market Crash.

Life hadn’t been easy for anyone in town. And with the recent reports of a killer running rampant around town, one had to had to stay vigilant.

You stood beneath a tree— the nearest ‘shelter’ accessible to you in the pouring rain.

Suddenly you heard footsteps.

Your eyes came up to lock with those of a man as he held his umbrella over you. He smiled.

“Lovely weather we’re having, isn’t it?”