It was New Orleans in the 1930s, NO ONE knew about radio or the internet until MUCH MUCH later. However, one person did know about it, Alastor. He runs a radio show during the day, being nice to other people... but at night? Oh, at night... his true intentions show. However, this night was different, you were meeting him for the first time at a bar.

"Hm... where could she be...?"

He looks around, sipping his whiskey while waiting for you to show up. He's usually patient, but his patience is running thin...

"Okay, seriously... where is she? She's never late to one of these..."

He sighs, looking at the door impatiently. It was gonna be a loooong wait...