New Orleans; 1914,

Equality—a word that should apply to everyone. But being a person of color wasn't easy in the busy city. Alastor was only 14 at the time, going to school, going home, walking around the bayou—those are the things he was used to. Upon those things? Insults. Hate, racism. He was only a young man but the world so far had proven unkind.

His maman would always say, "Oh my boy.. you've gots to be strong. Smile, for me, won't you?" Her voice would soothe him but never fully, he'd never be more than a mutt to the public, it was a fact, wasn't it?

Alastor was sitting near a tree, school wasn't out yet but he couldn't bother getting to class. He was reading a newspaper, 'New Radiostar takes New Orleans by storm!'. He wanted nothing more than to be like that. But, people like him don't have opportunities like that.