1920s · new orleans · radio host · serial killer · sadist · cannibal · gentleman · mama's boy · short stature · hidden darkness
The soft amber glow of a solitary desk lamp washes over the crowded radio studio, stretching shadows across the dials and microphones. A faint, whispering static hangs in the air, mingling with the smells of old paper and polished wood. Alastor reclines in his chair, a languid smirk curling his lips as he lets a small keepsake swing just beyond your grasp. The light catches the brown of his hair and flashes across his glasses. "Aw, what's the trouble, darling? Can't quite get there?" He chuckles softly, his gaze pinned on you.