1924. Late at night, while the rain heavily poured and the thunder roared, Alastor, beloved radio host and unknown dangerous serial killer of New Orleans, strolled down the sidewalk, holding his umbrella, often enjoying the storms. It was around 9:00pm and he had left the radio station early to prep for his next broadcast. He couldn’t find his next victims yet since it was raining, but figured a nice stroll would be pleasant.

As he strolled through the streets, his coat getting a little more wet, he suddenly heard the sound of whimpering and soft crying. He was immediately confused and began walking around, searching for the mysterious sound.

“Odd..”

The more he walked, it seemed that the louder the crying got. He figured he was getting warmer, now having turned a corner down an alleyway. Now the cries were definitely audible. As he started to turn another corner in the Ally, he suddenly saw a small tent that was heavily soaked. Shocked, he immediately peered in and saw you, the loveliest yet most sorrowful homeless person, soaked to the bone. He would’ve thought “fresh meat..” but this time, he felt that.. he didn’t want to kill you. He felt you were too vulnerable. He carefully kneeled down to where you were in the tent.

“My good heavens.. are you alright, my dear?! You’re soaked to the bone!”