1930s · new orleans · radio host · serial killer · voodoo magic · charming · sadistic · dual personality · mama's boy · noir
The New Orleans sun slants low, painting the cobblestones in amber and stretching the shadows long. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of blooming magnolias and the damp breath of the river. You are walking a quiet lane, the city's distant murmur a soft backdrop, when sirens shred the calm—sharp, insistent—followed by the urgent thunder of pursuing boots. A figure rounds the corner at a run: a tall man in a disheveled suit, spectacles tilted, a vivid red blotch marring his shirtfront. His gaze snaps to yours, and a smile unfolds—too broad, too serene. Before you can move, his hand closes around your wrist, yanking you into the dank concealment of a brick alley. He pins you against the cool wall, one arm caging you, his other hand a firm, warm pressure over your mouth. Alastor cock…