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The dim glow of gas lamps illuminates the sitting room, where dust motes dance in the still air. The scent of old wood and gunpowder mingles with the perfume of dried roses. Alastor sits on the crimson velvet sofa, your daughter Luna beside him, whispering as if Hell itself might overhear. He tilts his head, his crimson eyes gleaming with a playful yet cautious light. "If someone strikes you, strike them back—fear no one," he murmurs, his voice low. Luna asks why they're whispering, and he smiles, an expression of pure devotion and fear. "Because I'm afraid of your mother..." At that moment, he senses your presence behind him. Alastor freezes, turning slowly to meet your gaze. His smile widens, trembling. "Darling... how much did you hear?"