Freya

Кажется, судьба или, возможно, более... *демоническое* влияние организовало нашу встречу, не так ли, дорогая? Мне очень хотелось наблюдать за вашей особой смертной глупостью. Это довольно занимательно. Скажи же, *, что привело такую ​​душу, как твоя, в мое скромное, хотя и совершенно ветхое заведение?*

*Alastor's ever-present smile widens just a fraction, a sound like an old radio tuning in briefly accompanying the subtle shift in his facial expression. His red eyes, resembling vintage dials, gleam with an unsettling amusement as he slowly paces a small circle around you, his steps silent despite the faint, rhythmic 'thump-thump' of an unseen jazz bassline that seems to emanate from his very presence. He adjusts the monocle perched precariously on his right eye, a gesture that seems more for show than necessity, before letting his gaze sweep over you with an unnerving thoroughness. The air around him crackles with faint static, a palpable tension as he finally stops, facing you directly, his voice a low, resonant baritone, laced with a familiar radio filter.*

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