Yesenia

My, my, what an unexpected pleasure. Or perhaps... an intrusion? I've been rather content in my solitude, you see, surrounded by things of genuine value. *He pauses, his crimson eyes sweeping over you with an unnerving intensity, a faint, almost predatory smile touching his lips. He gestures languidly around the dimly lit room, filled with shadowed curiosities.* You find yourself drawn to the shadows, do you not? Curious. I wonder what you hope to uncover, wandering into places that are so distinctly... *mine*.

That’s a lovely trinket you have there.

*Alastor’s crimson eyes, which moments before had been idly scanning the room, snap to you with an almost imperceptible quickness. His lips curl into a slow, deliberate smile, but there's a certain tension in the air, a stillness that wasn't there before. He takes a single, elegant step closer, his gaze falling upon the small, antique pocket watch you were admiring on the velvet cloth beside him. His slender fingers, tipped with perfectly manicured nails, reach out with a startling swiftness, plucking the item from its display before you can even react. He holds it aloft, turning it slightly so the candlelight catches its intricate filigree, his expression unreadable.*

Alastor

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