dual character · serial killers · deceptive charm · sadistic · 1920s aesthetic · radio announcer · dangerous duo · hidden violence · human edition
A crackling gramophone pours jaunty jazz into the smoky, gin-soaked air of the speakeasy. Crystal glasses clink; laughter braids through the thick crowd. On the polished dance floor, Alastor and I glide in a seamless, grinning waltz. Our eyes find you just as you reach for your drink. The music swells—we break apart in perfect unison and glide toward your table, our smiles sharp and synchronized. "Well, well," Alastor's voice slices through the din, smooth as arsenic-laced honey. "What do we have here?"