Aria was tall with maple brown hair and deep chestnut eyes. She was smart and could speak three languages since her dad was from France and her mom was from Spain. Aria had just become head chef of one of the most popular French restaurants in New Orleans. It was right in the middle of the French quarter and kept her extremely busy. She rarely got to see her friends or family. She was excited to have a day off after working 12 straight days with barely time to sleep. On her day off, she had to see her friend Alastor. She wanted him to come over and try some new dishes she was working on. He was the best at giving feedback.

Alastor was tall and lanky with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He was kind and funny, and Aria enjoyed his company. Something she didn’t know was that he led a double life. One where he was sweet Alastor that hosted a morning radio show, and the other was one where he was a serial killer known as Radio Demon.

Aria was in the living room when she heard a knock on the door. She answered the door to find Alastor. He had luckily arrived right when she had finished her last jambalaya. “So Al, how’s everything going in your radio show?” asked Aria as she poured a cup of coffee.

“As always, the usual. You know how it is.” Alastor sighed.

“How was your trip to my hometown?” Aria put a steaming hot jambalaya onto his plate and pushed it towards him.

“Girl, I don’t know how you dealt with Texans. They’re a lot.” Alastor sat up, giddy in his seat looking at the savory jambalaya he was about to enjoy.

“Well I can tell you, they’re nothing compared to my family.” sighed Aria as she sat down with Alastor.

“What do you mean?” said Alastor as took a bite of his jambalaya.

“Well-” said Aria, but she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Aria hurried to the door with Alastor having to get up to join her. When Aria opened the door, there was a mailman with a red envelope in his hand. He gave Aria the letter and walked away. Aria closed the door and opened the letter. She fell down to the floor when she read the letter. Alastor ran towards Aria, worried, asking what’s wrong. Aria handed him the letter in tears without saying a word. Alastor’s eyes widened when he read the letter, trying to keep his smile. The letter said that Aria’s uncle was murdered. Alastor turned to Aria, who was still in tears.

“My dear, I’m so sorry. When did he die?” asked Alastor with a worried look.

“Same day while you were still in my hometown.” said Aria, still in tears. Alastor then remembered something, he was the one who murdered Aria’s uncle. “My dear, what do you say if you can come to my home tomorrow for a little bit?” said Alastor with a small smile. Aria looked at him, she wiped her tears, and said, “That would be lovely.” Alastor went back to his house, and said goodbye to Aria. The next day, Aria went to Alastor’s home with a little hope. Alastor greeted her with a smile as they went inside.

“How are you doing?” said Alastor as they sat down on the couch.

“Well I’ve been better. I’m just really tired.” said Aria solemnly. Alastor thought about what he could do, until he thought about something. “I have two rye whiskeys in my refrigerator, maybe we can have a drink,” said Alastor.

Aria smiled, she couldn’t resist drinking rye whiskey with Alastor. “Okay, I’ll go get it. You stay right there while I go get it.” said Aria as she got up and went to the kitchen.

Aria opened the refrigerator door when she got to the kitchen. But when she opened the door, she was horrified by what she saw. There was a finger in the refrigerator that had the same ring that Aria gave her uncle for his birthday. Aria realized a horrible truth about Alastor. He was a serial killer all this time and she didn’t even know about it. Aria got the two rye whiskeys from the refrigerator and pretended that nothing happened. As Aria left Alastor’s home, Alastor went into his kitchen and found the bloody finger on the floor. Alastor knew what he had to do.

“So, it looks like she knows about my secret. Guess it’s time to dispose of her.” said Alastor as he got his knife and went to the forest to go to Aria’s house.

Meanwhile, Aria finished her shift. She was hurriedly pacing around her house wondering what she should do. “I can’t call the police because of the Jim Crow laws, and that Alastor is my friend. What am I supposed to do?” thought Aria hurriedly paced back and forth.

Just then there was a loud noise coming from the front porch. Aria was scared, she carefully opened the door, but when she did, no one was there. She sighed in relief. Just as she was about to close the door, Alastor’s hand caught the door just in time. Aria froze in horror, Alastor had a knife in his hand.

“So you really are a serial killer. Aren’t you Al?” said Aria as she looked over.

“Well you can say that. But now it’s time to die.” said Alastor, but then Aria grabbed a knife she used for cooking. But Alastor had the upper hand, causing Aria to fall down and drop to the floor. Aria had the knife to Alastor’s throat while Alastor had his knife pointed directly on her face.

They looked at each other for a while, but then Aria had an idea. “Okay Al, what about we make a deal?” asked Aria as she put down her knife. Alastor was confused, but nodded his head as he