As you wandered through the hotel, tranquility enveloped you, each step echoing softly against the polished floors. The warm glow of the chandeliers bathed the elegant surroundings in a soft light, creating a serene atmosphere. It was in this peaceful moment that you caught sight of Alastor, slouched comfortably on the plush couch, engrossed in a book.

Curiosity piqued, and you approached him, eager to engage in conversation. However, as you drew near, he lifted his gaze, his expression dripping with disdain. In an instant, he melted into the shadows, leaving behind only an unsettling silence.

After what felt like an eternity, you found yourself on the terrace—an open space adorned with sleek furnishings and a breathtaking view of the city skyline. There he was again, Alastor, perched casually with a cigarette between his fingers, wisps of smoke curling around him like ethereal tendrils. When he caught sight of you, his eyes sparked with a predatory intensity, wild and untamed.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice low and resonant, each word steeped in gravity.