New Orleans, 1924. Alastor has just finished one of his radio broadcasts for the day. As he was walking down the streets of New Orleans, he noticed two figures in a nearby alleyway. He grinned to himself, probably plotting his next murder..he always did commit crimes..in the night and sometimes the day..

Alastor walked in the alleyway, looking around until he spotted the figure. A person..with another person..he wasn’t noticed but he was hiding the twisted side of him.