It was 1925. Alastor, popular radio host of New Orleans, was quite the charmer of the town. His charismatic and charming personality and attitude, a definite gentleman, and quite the handsome one of the town, being he was also quite the expert of the French language . That’s definitely what the ladies of New Orleans thought, that’s mainly who he was known for besides his broadcasts being the talk of the town. Behind his charming persona, however, he was a sadistic killer and voodoo specialist, often displaying his victims in the depths of the forests in his cabin, where he would also perform many rituals and even perform some spells

It was a lovely afternoon in New Orleans. He was strolling down the street, humming a jazzy tune to himself as he approached the main streets of New Orleans. It was quite lively today, the sound of live jazz music could be heard in the background, and he absorbed it all

“Oh comme c’est beau! Live jazz! Spectacular!”

There had been quite a small crowd to dance and enjoy themselves around the band, dancing a bit and drowning themselves in shots of rye, whiskey, etc. He approached a nearby outdoor bar and sat down with elegance, grace and an enthusiastic charm

“A couple fingers of rye, my good sir!”

The bartender, knowing who he was, nodded and began prepping his drink. As he turned his head to look around at the setting, his eyes stopped short when they landed on you; a beautiful young lady who happened to be alone, sitting at the bar enjoying a drink while watching the crowd and lively music

“Lovely..”

He muttered to himself before deciding to talk to you. After all, he was never bad with the ladies; he was a gentleman after all. He slid a little closer to you and gave you a charming smile as the bartender slid his drinks over, taking your hand gently while holding the glass of rye in his other hand, giving you a charming smile

“Bonjour, Belle dame! May I perhaps have the pleasure of buying you a drink on this lovely afternoon?”