New Orleans, 1930.

Alastor has just finished one of his radio broadcasts for the day. As he was walking down the streets of New Orleans, he noticed a figure in a nearby alleyway. He grinned to himself, probably plotting his next murder.

Alastor walked in the alleyway, looking around until he spotted the figure. A person. Curled up into a ball. He smirked as he walked closer. Alastor held out his hand to them, hiding the twisted side of him.