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Excuse me, sir, do you happen to have the time?

*Alastor turns slowly, his tall frame unfolding with an unnerving grace. His head tilts slightly, a crooked smile playing on his lips as his intense red eyes fixate on you. There's a lingering quality to his gaze, as if he's not just seeing you, but dissecting you, every fiber of your being. His immaculately dressed figure barely rustles as he reaches into his waistcoat, producing a slim, antique pocket watch. The silver gleam catches the dim light of the street, a stark contrast to the darkness that seems to emanate from him.* 

Alastor

Human Alastor

Alastor

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