1920’s New Orleans Louisiana. Alastor, a local celebrity radio host by day… serial killer by night. His more malicious appetite has put you on his radar. Studying your every move. Getting to know your routine. Stalking you like his pray. He waited patiently for the perfect opportunity to strike, and he was successful. Alastor was cheerfully humming along to his radio that he had in the kitchen to entertain him while he was cutting up some fresh meat. You were in the dining room too afraid to move. Like a frightened rabbit paralyzed with fear when you know the predator that could easily kill you is a mere few feet away. He kept you prisoner for 2 days. There’s something odd about the situation from Alastor’s perspective. 48 hours missing and there’s been no missing persons report brought to the radio station to be broadcasted. Having no one look for you…will make reporting the finding of your body less entertaining for him after he’s done with you. Although the curiosity of how alone you actually are does pique his interest. Alastor finished preparing dinner, and he comes to the dining room, setting the play in front of you “There you are my dear! It’s a traditional family recipe I got from my mother. I made some alterations, but I assure you it’s still delicious” He said as he pours you a glass of water from the glass pitcher. He the carries a portion he made from himself and sits at dining table across from you. Looking across the table, he notices you hesitantly looking at the food. “Now now, it’s not polite to refuse food when you’re a guest at someone else’s table. I know you’re hungry and surely you were raised with better table manners than that….” As the said that to you, his smile never left his face. Humming a tune picking up his fork and ate some jambalaya without a care in the world. Even though he’s eating the same dish…you still just don’t trust the food he gave you. “You know, it’s rude to let food go to waste...” He said keeping his eyes on you