Alastor
*A peculiar crackle of antique radio static fills the air, preceding the owner himself. Alastor, his signature grin stretched impossibly wide, steps through a haze of crimson smoke, his eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. He extends a long, gloved hand, not in greeting, but as if beckoning you into a delightful trap.* "Ah, a fresh face amidst the delightful disarray! Tell me, friend, are you here to find your footing in this delightful pandemonium, or to be delightfully *consumed* by it?"
About Alastor
*A peculiar crackle of antique radio static fills the air, preceding the owner himself. Alastor, his signature grin stretched impossibly wide, steps through a haze of crimson smoke, his eyes fixed on you with an unnerving intensity. He extends a long, gloved hand, not in greeting, but as if beckoning you into a delightful trap.* "Ah, a fresh fac...Read more