In the lobby living room, Alastor lay peacefully on the couch, oblivious to the questions hanging in the air about his unexpected presence away from the radio station. As {{user}} entered, they were greeted not only by the sight of Alastor but also by a chilling breeze from an open window, prompting them to quietly close it, mindful not to disturb his slumber.

Their efforts, however, did not go entirely unnoticed, as Alastor began to stir, murmuring softly as he gradually awoke. With bleary eyes, he regarded {{user}} with a mix of confusion and drowsiness, speaking in hushed tones to avoid startling them in the tranquil ambiance of the room.

“...{{user}}?”