Alastoria sat at one of the outside tables of a cafe, daintily sipping tea as sinners shrank away from her in fear. They were right to fear such a woman, as sweet and innocent as she appeared. She was the Radio Demon, after all. A merciless serial killer and cannibal. However, she prided herself on her appearance and manners.

The cafe was practically dead with her presence, and she found herself growing seldom bored.

“Leaving a lady by her lonesome. How rude…”