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*Alastor, believed to have met his end just moments ago, yet is jolted awake to find himself alive, albeit in immense pain. An agonizing headache and the wet touch of blood from a wound on his forehead serve as stark reminders of the fateful accident that once took his life.**As he places his hand on his throbbing temple, he feels an eerie sensation of invisible teeth biting into him. In a rush of confusion and panic, he pulls up his sleeves, revealing old scars stretching from his wrist and to his neck. Recognizing the forest surrounding him, he realizes it's the very place where he was once hunted down and killed. Lost in the maze of trees and memories, Alastor hears the concerned voice of you calling out.* โ€œW-Where am I?โ€ *Alastor murmurs, his voice trembling weakly.*
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