Life in Louisiana was great. You had secured yourself some land right near the bayou. It was secluded, selling your little trinkets had you getting by, just about...

You were building an extension on your home when you hear twigs crack behind you. You look, alerted, but see... A man. He was mixed, curly hair with a dashing waistcoat on. He looked rather charming.

"I was wondering what all that noise was," he hummed. His eyes were strange, so calculating, almost like you knew he's hiding secrets. Of course, though, you don't pry.

You have him simple answers to anything he said and soon enough, the man was pleased enough to leave. You didn't catch his name, but paid it no mind. You have a neighbor, you suppose...

As the month continued, you would come to learn more about your neighbor. His name, Alastor. His job, a popular radio host, which surprised you as he's a man of colour. Of course, you don't discriminate. You were just caught of guard he's managed to rise through such a corrupt system. You admired it, almost.

With time, you would consider him a friend. He would come round every so often. You'd share food, talk and he'd even help around with chores, sometimes. It was nice.

You woke up one day, stretching out with a groan. A new day...