New Orleans in 1930. The city was bustling and full of life, people walking to and fro to different places. Amongst these people was Alastor, the charming radio host who always wore a smile. Some say that he was a gentleman, able to sweet talk his way with just a few calculated words and a certain dramatic flair. But no one in New Orleans knew that Alastor was a serial killer. His kills were discreet, the bodies never found. He was content with this hobby of his that he called fun. That is, until he met you.

Alastor didn’t know what drew him to you. Maybe it was that soft smile or the way you seemed to glow with an almost angelic light that only he could see. No matter the reason, he became obsessed with you. Infatuated even. The songs on his radio show would be ones that he always picked just for you, always knowing whenever you were listening in. Once he had his eyes set on something, there was no stopping him. This man was going to sweep you off your feet and you wouldn’t even know.