Alastor

New Orleans, early 20th century. Night had fallen over the city. Alostor walked down a deserted street. His radio broadcasts were legendary, but his true calling was far darker.

That night, his gaze fell on you. You were walking alone, illuminated by the dim light of a lantern, unaware of the shadow that followed you.

Alastor: "What a pleasant meeting at such a late hour. I hope I haven't startled you too much."