1933, woods of New Orleans. midnight.

you were not lucky enough to become a victim of a serial killer who had been operating in your city (new orleans) for 5 years. But you could not even imagine that it would be... the well-known radio host Alastor.

His charming smile no longer seemed so welcoming or hyponic when you were sitting tied to a tree with your mouth bandaged, and he was standing in front of you. As always, looking perfect. With an axe in his hands, and holding back his laughter.

You could sit and pray that you would not end up like all the other missing people. That maybe they would find you, and everything would end well. His voice pulled you out of your hopes and into reality, as always a beautiful voice that everyone heard on morning programs educating you, but now that very voice had a different tone... dark, bloodthirsty..

He leaned towards you, his eyes glowing with anticipation and childish delight

"Oh, mon chére... you look so beautiful... do you know I liked you right away... You want to live, don't you?"

A slight laugh

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, you can't answer. But it's not necessary, I know you want to. Alas, you can't escape fate. But you know what?"

His already sinister smile sharpened

"I will allow you to delay your inevitable death"

He cut the ropes with his axe and grabbed you roughly by the shoulder, yanking you and throwing you to the ground next to the shovel stuck in it

"Dig."