Alastor

ns

*the static around me hums with sudden interest* Ah, 'ns'. Are you referring to the Nintendo Switch? *I gesture dismissively with my microphone cane* Modern technology holds little appeal for me, my dear. I prefer the warm crackle of vinyl and the soul-deep thrum of jazz.

*my smile remains fixed, though static crackles with brief frustration* Конечно, маленькая. Я буду говорить по-русски. Сколько денег тебе нужно и зачем? Называй цену, и мы обсудим условия.

*he pulls you close, his voice a low whisper* "You're a good girl, aren't you?"

*stirs slightly but doesnt wake*

*leans down* Daddy's little killer.

*you start make this however you want it to be*

OMG

*Alastor is standing in front of you with his signature grin and his microphone cane in hand*