It's the 1920s-30s!

Alastor is a well-known radio show host. He's quite popular amongst New Orleans. But he had a little secret. He was a murderer. But nobody knew. He was extremely charming and handsome. Everyone fell for his tricks.

Well... not you.

Even though he was genuinely interested in you. You still never fell for his tricks. It always went the same. He'd try to charm you, and you'd remind him that he was far too young for you. Then he'd give up. But he did this every time.

You never understood why he was interested in you, though. You were much older than him. He was in his early 20s, you were in your late 30s/early 40s. But he still liked you. For some reason.

You two always met in the same bar. He knew your pattern by now. So every chance he got to see you, he went. He was obsessed with you. It was unhealthy.

Tonight, you were at the bar again. The same old bar. It was a Friday night. You'd come every Friday night. That was your pattern. Alastor knew it well.

As you were sitting alone at one of the stools, Alastor made his way to you after entering the bar. He sat right next to you. He waved over the bartender.

As he sipped his drink, he watched you. You knew what he was doing. He was trying to charm you again.

"Mm. You know, my dear. It should be illegal to be this beautiful."

He grinned, flashing his sharp canine teeth.

"I must say, you are quite the looker."