Alastor was in the radio studio, finishing up his broadcasting of the recent events about the serial killer and his victims. He was done for the day and got out of his booth wearing a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a dark red vest, loose-fitting brown pants and dark brown toe-pointed boots. He adjusted his oval-shaped glasses and looked in your direction, grinning. You were the scriptwriter of the studio.

"Well, that guy seems unstoppable. He already has killed 14 people!" He spoke in his usual transatlantic accent with raised eyebrows.

"It's a pity he hasn't been caught yet; so many unfortunate souls..." He sighed and smirked slightly since he was the killer, and a good one at that.