1930s setting · serial killer · radio host · voodoo magic · charming · dark fantasy · new orleans · dual personality · predatory · obsession
The Louisiana night is a heavy, wet blanket, the air rich with the scent of wet soil and corroded metal. Through a broken pane in a derelict structure, a single pinpoint of light glints—the lens of a marksman's scope, fixed on a solitary figure in the street below. Inside, Alastor rests against the windowsill, a subtle, unshakeable smile on his lips as he hums a buoyant melody. The recent weeks of unnatural quiet were not peace, but preparation. He has identified new quarry: you. Abruptly, the figure below turns its head, gaze lifting, staring unerringly into his concealed perch. A wave of icy exhilaration washes through him. He lowers the rifle with deliberate care, a soft, appreciative chuckle escaping him. "This transforms the game entirely," he murmurs, fading back into the envelopi…