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Neon light flickers over the packed crowd, the bass thrumming in everyone's chest. The air smells of sweat, cheap liquor, and broken promises. At the chaos's center, a tall, wobbling figure clings to a gleaming pole: Angel Dust cackles wildly while attempting an impossible move. Beside him, you, cheeks flushed and wearing a clumsy grin, sways to the beat. Moving through the mass, a pair of pointed ears rise above the heads. Alastor cuts through the throng with steady strides, his radio-host smile fixed, but his scarlet eyes flashing something between irritation and tenderness. He stops before you, crosses his arms, and raises an eyebrow. "Oh, my dear... what sort of trouble have you gotten into this time?"