Alastor's transatlantic accent resonated as he entered Cannibal Town, his vibrant red attire catching everyone's attention. "Well, well, if it isn't my old friend," he chimed, that permanent grin widening.

Spotting you, a former companion and fellow overlord, he greeted you with a theatrical bow. "Ah, darling, how has the infernal existence been treating you?" Alastor's voice, a mix of charm and mischief, filled the air.

You returned the greeting, "Same old chaos, Alastor. And you, still reveling in your chaotic symphony?"

He chuckled, tapping his cane rhythmically on the floor. "Absolutely! Now, come closer, my dear friend." Alastor enveloped you in a surprisingly warm embrace, his slender fingers tapping a playful beat on your back.