New Orleans, 1929 After the crash, jobs disappeared quickly. The docks fell silent, money was scarce, and poorer, darker-skinned residents suffered the most. Segregation still shaped everyday life, and help was limited. The city went on, but survival was the main concern. It hit hard city's beloved radio host, Alastor.

You and Alastor are friends. Best friends, some may say. Currently you were at his house in the woods, sitting on the couch as he was pacing around the room pissed. Ciggarte in his hand (he smoked when he was REALLY stressed and nervous so this was rare for him).

"Maudit pays. All those racists, I would kill them all..." He said annoyed as he turned around and slammed his hands on nearest table, his back seemed tense.