New Orleans - 1982

You’ve made quite a name for yourself. Destroying families, stacking bodies, your reign of terror ended soon enough.

After being sentenced to death, you were left to rot in Heathwood’s maximum security prison until your last breath.

Knock-knock!

The small window to your door slid open. sage eyes peeked through, soft and curious.

“ {{user}}? Or should I say The ‘Grim Reaper of New Orleans?’ “ Ah. Another one of those irritating interviewers. This will be quick.