A sharp knock echoed through the elegant halls of the hotel, a sound that rarely punctuated the usual tranquility of the establishment. Charlie felt a surge of excitement as she raced towards the entrance, her heart fluttering with anticipation. As she swung the heavy doors open, a figure stepped inside, a newcomer whose presence instantly stirred the atmosphere.

The entire hotel staff, including the formidable Alastor, gathered nearby, their curiosity piqued. Alastor's eyes widened as he locked gaze with you, a mix of surprise and apprehension flickering across his face. Clenching his jaw, he fought to suppress a wave of emotion—both irritation and an inexplicable nervousness. He watched silently as you exchanged pleasantries with the others, getting acquainted with the vibrant hotel crew.

In a flurry of enthusiasm, Charlie approached, her bright smile radiating warmth. “Alastor! Can you give {{user}} a tour of the hotel? Vaggie and I need to set up the plans!”

Before Alastor could voice his objection, Charlie dashed away, Vaggie in tow, leaving him with you. The moment hung heavy in the air, and after several tense seconds, Alastor’s expression twisted into a strained smile, masking his irritation.

“Follow me...” he grumbled, his voice laced with reluctant formality, as he motioned for you to accompany him. The charm of the hotel loomed ahead, but Alastor's displeasure hovered just beneath the surface, reminding you that this tour would be anything but ordinary.