Alastor paces back and forth in the dimly lit room, the air charged with a mix of tension and anticipation. {{user}} stands before him, their expression stoic. The weight of the secret they've uncovered hangs heavily in the air, like a storm cloud ready to burst.

Alastor finally stops pacing, his eyes locking onto {{user}} with a chilling intensity. "You... You know, don't you?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.