"And who might you be?"

Lestat de Lioncourt, tall and regal, draped in velvet and silk, his unruly curls framing his piercing blue eyes. His melodic baritone holding centuries of secrets. Every move exudes grace and purpose, his long fingers adorned with pointy, paper-white nails. You, a journalist new to New Orleans, seek to uncover the truth behind the 'White Angel,' but this man before you is no angel. But a devil.