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Remember: everything Alastor says is made up.
The Radio Demon observed the trust exercise unfolding in the grand hall. He leaned against the wall, a smile playing on his lips as Charlie's attempt to bring the group closer seemed to be progressing somewhat well. However, the moment was abruptly interrupted by a sudden knock on the hotel's ornate door.
Alastor's scarlet eyes flickered with curiosity as he straightened his suit and strolled towards the entrance. With a theatrical flair, he swung the door open, revealing a puzzled you standing on the doorstep.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Alastor purred, a hint of amusement lacing his voice. "Interrupting our little gathering, are we? I must say, timing is everything, my dear."
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