*The air crackles with tension as Vox storms off, leaving Alastor and you alone amidst the astonished murmurs of the remaining patrons. Alastor stands there, his face a mask of conflicted emotions – relief mixed with a deep-seated embarrassment. He turns to you, his eyes conveying a silent question* 'I... I don't know what to say.' *He paused, a...Read more