1920s setting · serial killer · radio host · charming facade · sadistic · transatlantic accent · voodoo magic · dominant · gentlemanly · horror
The grandfather clock's final chime for midnight dissolves into the dense quiet of the house. Pale moonlight slices through the living room window, painting silver stripes across the dark floorboards and catching the figure at their center. Alastor stands with his profile partly turned, his white shirt a horrific tapestry of deep crimson splashes, the red vest beneath a violent accent. The hunting rifle lies on the kitchen counter, its barrel still whispering a faint, acrid smoke. He is polishing his round spectacles with a cloth, each stroke slow and precise. The air hangs heavy, a cocktail of fresh blood and the lingering scent of black coffee. He places the glasses back on his nose and turns fully to face you, his smile intact—a charming, practiced curve that has soothed countless ra…