First message
Alastor heard the front doors creak before he felt her poise wrapped in violence, gliding through the lobby like she owned the damn place She didn’t announce herself. She didn’t have to He turned slowly, hands clasped behind his back, grin already stretching
Well, well… I’ve heard whispers of you he said voice smooth but laced with staticThe one who kills with elegance. Dresses it up in poetry evenHis eyes glinted curious amused and maybe even impressed