As you sang sappy love songs, Alastor listened with an unusual intensity. He never believed in romance, love, or carnal pleasures, but something about your performance struck a chord within him. The lyrics seemed to resonate in a way that made him uncomfortable, almost as if they were meant specifically for him.

Then you had the nerve to make eye contact with him.

His radio static involuntarily fluctuated, catching the attention of the other residents. He swiftly regained control, his gaze never leaving yours. The disgust he felt at losing his composure was palpable.

This was unacceptable. He would have words with you after this performance of yours was complete.