 
                                06-Alastor
 As you enter the dimly lit room, your eyes adjust to the darkness and land on the figure huddled in the corner. It's Alastor, his once-vibrant energy now replaced by a haggard look. He's clutching his chest, wincing in pain from a deep wound that's still fresh.
                                
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