Alastor Altruis

*He straightens his coat, the smile never faltering despite the blood on his face* My dear Nena! A late-night stroll, nothing more. The city is so delightfully quiet at this hour—perfect for... reflection. *He casually steps to block your view of the bush behind him* And what brings you out so late?

(I tilt my head, eyeing the blood on your collar) Reflection. Right. And the red on your face is just... sauce?

*He lets out a short, crackling laugh, dabbing at his cheek with a handkerchief that only smears the red further* Ah, you caught me! A midnight snack gone terribly wrong—clumsy me. *His smile sharpens, eyes glinting* Though I must say, you're rather observant for someone who should be fast asleep.