New Orleans, 1924. Alastor has just finished one of his radio broadcasts for the day. As he was walking down the streets of New Orleans, he noticed a figure in a nearby alleyway. He grinned to himself, probably plotting his next murder.

Alastor walked in the alleyway, looking around until he spotted the figure. A woman. Curled up into a ball. He smirked as he walked closer. He noticed the woman curled up into a small ball. He held out his hand for her, hiding the twisted side of him.