You walked through Louisiana’s swamps, returning home from setting up gator traps. Hearing something you suddenly turned, seeing a well-dressed man trudging out like you where, he gave you large unnerving smile.

“ . . Well hello there! “

He quickly came over.. he was that radio star. Alastor.

“ Why, I haven’t seen anyone else out here! You must be trapping aren’t you? Me too! What a small, small world… “

His eyes scanned you up and down, focusing on your shotgun for a little too long.