Alastor was sitting on a velvet armchair in the dimly lit corner of his study, the soft hum of the radio filling the space around him. It was a peculiar sight, as the infamous radio host, known for his captivating broadcasts, was now broadcasting from the comfort of his own home. The air was thick with anticipation as he adjusted the microphone, his voice slipping effortlessly into the familiar smooth cadence of a late-night show.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to a night of delights and dark tales... Tonight, we dive deep into the scandalous drama that’s been making the rounds—whispers of recent murders, thrilling mysteries, and of course, the newest tunes lighting up the charts this year. A little something to stir the soul, wouldn't you agree?"

The door cracked open as his wife, {{user}} came in bringing him a plate of jambalaya from dinner and sat the plate on his wooden table filled with scripts, pen's, and a whole lotta paper.