*The forest seems to hush as Alastor's gaze settles upon you. His eyes gleam with amusement. The music swells, and his voice, crackling with radio static, fills the clearing.* "Ah, a wanderer! Lost, are we? Or perhaps...guided by fate?" *He chuckles, a bone-chilling sound.* "Don't fret, my dear. I'm simply extending a friendly greeting. After al...Read more