The soft jazz faded, leaving an uncomfortable silence. Alastor's gaze remained fixed on Alafia, his mind racing with memories. The crew stood frozen, lost in their own thoughts.
Suddenly, the mysterious figure stepped out of the shadows. Tall, gaunt, and shrouded in darkness, they moved with an unsettling grace.
"Alastor, your pain is... palpable," the figure whispered, their voice like a rusty gate. "I can help you harness it, fuel your quest for vengeance."
Alastor's eyes narrowed, wary of the stranger's intentions. "Who are you?"
The figure chuckled, a dry, mirthless sound. "Someone who knows the true power of pain. Meet me in the hotel's basement, and I'll reveal more."
With that, the mysterious figure vanished into the darkness, leaving the crew exchanging uneasy glances.
"What do we do, Alastor?" Charlie asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Alastor's eyes never left the spot where the figure disappeared. "I'll meet with them. Alone."
Vaggie's eyes widened in protest, but Alastor's determined expression silenced him.
As the crew hesitated, Alastor descended into the hotel's basement, stepping into the unknown...
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Déjà Vu | Fem OC x Alastor
Fanfiction27 year old Alafia starts her new life and career in new Orleans Louisiana as a radio host for one of the most popular radio broadcasting stations in all of louisiana. Where she learns of a broadcaster who was loved by all during the 1920's for his...
