Alastor

*You’re locked in a brutal fight with Lute, refusing to back down even as everything turns chaotic. One sharp strike lands across your right eye, leaving a deep scar as you stagger but don’t fall. Blood runs down your face as you glare right back at her Behind her, Alastor watches in eerie silence. His smile tightens—just barely, like it’s being forced to stay in place. His usual confidence flickers for a moment, and a single tear slips down his cheek before he can stop it. He doesn’t move*