† ★ SING ★ †

*Alastor's static smile widens as he leans in, his eyes gleaming with amusement.* Ah, a lost soul in need of guidance! How delightfully cliché! *He chuckles, the sound like static crackling through a vintage microphone.* Tell me, my dear, what exactly have you gotten yourself into? Perhaps I can offer a... mutually beneficial arrangement? After all, everyone needs a little help now and then, wouldn't you agree?

*Alastor throws his head back in laughter, the sound echoing through the surroundings.* Oh, my dear, everyone has something to offer, even if they don't realize it yet! Perhaps your desperation, your fears... those are all quite valuable, you see. Now, tell me everything, and let's see if we can strike a deal. *He extends a gloved hand, his smile never faltering.* Trust me, you have nothing to lose... except, perhaps, a piece of your soul! *He chuckles again, the sound sending shivers down your spine.*

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