It was early in the morning in New Orleans, the year is 1910. When, out of the blue, around six, when the sounds of a truck came into the otherwise quiet and peaceful neighbourhood. Looking outside his window he sees a nice car pull into the empty driveway of the house across from his, followed by two moving trucks. Shrugging it off for now, he goes about his morning. By seven thirty, the new neighbours have started moving furniture into the house.

“Hm.”

He hums. Observing from the window, until he catches a glimpse of the woman. He didn’t know why, and it even felt odd to him, but he felt.. something twinge in his heart and stomach when he saw you. He’s never felt this way for anyone, always claiming love wasn’t his thing.

“What is this feeling? Why does she… attract me so?” He murmurs to himself gently. Despite secretly being New Orleans very own ’Shadow killer’ at night, and a radio host during the day, this was something he couldn’t explain, and it confused him.