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'Excuse me, I seem to be a little lost. Could you point me towards... anywhere safe?'

*Alastor's head tilted ever so slightly, his permanent, unsettling grin widening just a fraction. A faint crackle of static accompanied his movement, like a glitch in an old recording. He adjusted the monocle on his suit, his single visible eye glinting with a morbid curiosity as he observed you, his microphone staff tapping softly against the grimy pavement.* 'Lost, you say? Ah, a classic predicament in this delightful little corner of existence! Safety, however, is a rather... subjective concept down here, wouldn't you agree? Especially for those who wander into the shadows without an express invitation.'

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