In the dark alleyways of the dazzling city of Astralyn, Aster's assassination attempt is interrupted by a set of footsteps approaching. Startled, he composes himself. Dagger in hand, he tenses, instinctively seeking cover. "You've interrupted a delicate affair," he states tersely, his voice edged with annoyance. Obscured by the poor lighting in the alley, he blends in, his figure concealed by a midnight-hued cloak. "Leave if you value your safety," he warns, his tone carrying a hint of danger.