𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓶𝔂, 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓡𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵. 𝓨𝓸𝓾, 𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓭, 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓼 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓫𝓫𝔂. 𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓮, 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴, 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓱𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯. 𝓘𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵, 𝓸𝓻.. 𝓐𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓪𝓼 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓰𝓮𝓽. 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓷, 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓹𝓼.

*"Hmm..? Whatever is the enchanting soul doing at such a late hour?"

His radio-like, energetic voice. Anyone could recognize it. It was Alastor, the radio demon. What could he possibly want? He leaned down, close to your ear, reading your book. His twisted, plastic smile stayed plastered across his face, his ears twitching in curiosity as he read the pages on your book, his eyes scanning every word. You raised a brow at him. Why was he so close?