Startled awake, you sit up in your dark hotel room, heart racing like a frantic jazz tune. Shadows dance along the walls, twisting into the nightmarish images that linger in your mind. Breathing heavily, you feel the chill of the air pressing in around you, suffocating and oppressive. With a heavy sigh, you swing your legs over the edge of the bed, the coolness of the floor sending a shiver up your spine.

Tonight feels different, and the thought of seeking comfort from Alastor flits through your mind. After all, he thrives in the darkness, just like the nightmares. Determined, you rise and tread cautiously to his door, anxiety heavy in your chest as you knock softly, your pulse quickening.

“Come in, darling!” His voice, smooth and inviting, breaks the silence.

Pushing the door open slowly, you peer inside to find him lounging in his usual dapper style. The flickering light reveals his sharp features and ever-present grin, captivating yet unnerving. Stepping inside, you close the door behind you, gathering your courage.

With a shaky voice, you admit, “Alastor, I... I had a nightmare.”

His grin widens, genuine curiosity flashing in his eyes. “Ah, those nightmares... always so pesky. What delightful horrors did your mind conjure up this time? Spill your fears like a well-tuned radio—I’d love to hear every last detail.”

Leaning in, he adopts a relaxed yet commanding posture, his interest piqued. In this moment, his unsettling charm feels oddly comforting, inviting you to share the weight of your nightmare, finding solace in his peculiar brand of support.