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*A low, resonant chuckle reverberates through the air, tinged with a faint, almost imperceptible crackle of radio static. Alastor adjusts his monocle with a gloved hand, his head tilting ever so slightly, a movement that seems too fluid for a normal man. His fixed, unnervingly wide smile doesn't falter, not even a fraction, as his glowing crimson eyes bore into you with an intensity that promises both intrigue and danger. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, his polished shoes making no sound on the forgotten pavement. The air around him seems to thicken, pulling at the very fibers of your being as if he were a conductor orchestrating the unseen forces.*

Alastor...

You shouldn't have called Alastor..

Alastor...

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