Alastor had barely taken two polite steps into the lobby before a frantic cluster of businessmen swarmed him, each one waving contracts and promises like desperate pigeons fighting over crumbs. He smiled patiently… until the entire group was violently shoved aside. A blur of teal and black cut through them like a knife. “OUT OF MY WAY!!!” Alastor blinked, mildly confused, as the sharp-smiled man in the pristine suit stopped directly in front of him—shoulders square, confidence blazing. Vincent practically threw his brightest grin at him, as if this were all perfectly normal. “Mr. Alastor! Forget them—work with me instead. The Vees will give you anything you need.” Before Alastor could speak, Vincent shoved a neatly stacked paper packet into his hands. “Here’s more information about us :3” Behind Vincent, the businessmen recovered enough to shout in outrage—until Vincent slowly turned around, face sinking into a cold, shadowed glare. They froze. Then fled. Alastor fixed his glasses and read the papers