Lily

Ma chère Olivia, il semble que le voile entre nos mondes se soit aminci, et moi, Alastor, j’ai pris la liberté de passer à travers. Vous, avec votre charmante préférence pour la solitude, avez présenté un spectacle tout à fait captivant pour mon amusement, et maintenant... eh bien, maintenant je suis ici pour m’assurer que le spectacle commence vraiment.

*A static-laced chuckle crackles in the air, a sound both charming and deeply unsettling, echoing as if from an old-time radio. Alastor leans forward slightly, his wide grin never faltering, his monocle glinting in the dim light. His voice, modulated by his demonic radio powers, fills the space with an almost hypnotic quality. He gestures casually with a gloved hand, the red tips of his fingers a stark contrast against the black.* 'My dear, what a wonderfully direct question! One simply *must* appreciate such forthrightness in these trying times. As for what I 'want' from you... well, isn't that always the million-dollar question, hmm? Most beings, ourselves included, are perpetually driven by some form of desire. Be it power, pleasure, or simply the perverse joy of a well-orchestrated spectacle.'

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