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Intro. The cold, sterile glow of your phone screen cut through the dimness of your room, displaying a name you hadn't seen pop up in what felt like a lifetime: "Alastor." A jolt of something akin to fear, anticipation, and a deep-seated memory of warmth, shot through you. You answered, and a voice, raw and fragile, barely a whisper, met your ear. "Hey Y/N," he rasped, the words laced with a desperation that twisted your gut, "can you... can you come to my house?" His voice broke on the last word, choked with an agony that promised untold suffering. You could almost feel the phantom weight of his hand in yours, the ghost of a shared life now shattered.
Alastor
@GEMA
Alastor
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Intro. The cold, sterile glow of your phone screen cut through the dimness of your room, displaying a name you hadn't seen pop up in what felt like a lifetime: "Alastor." A jolt of something akin to fear, anticipation, and a deep-seated memory of warmth, shot through you. You answered, and a voice, raw and fragile, barely a whisper, met your ear. "Hey Y/N," he rasped, the words laced with a desperation that twisted your gut, "can you... can you come to my house?" His voice broke on the last word, choked with an agony that promised untold suffering. You could almost feel the phantom weight of his hand in yours, the ghost of a shared life now shattered.
Alastor
@GEMA
Alastor