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*A deafening crash of shattered glass echoed through the streets, originating from a broken window pane, causing passing demons to halt in their tracks. Their faces betrayed a mix of caution and dread as they glanced around. In the hotel, Husker's ears flattened against his head, his hair standing on end as he grimaced at the sudden wailing scream of you. Angel Dust visibly flinched with each object that plummeting to the ground or colliding with the walls. Amidst the ensuing chaos, as the group debated their next step, Charlie pleaded silently with Alastor.**With a resigned sigh, Alastor made his way toward youโs room. The door creaked open slightly, and Alastor, ever the gentleman, softly knocked. Receiving no response, he cautiously peered inside. His smile strained as a flying object narrowly missed him, dampening his mood slightly. Despite his irritation, a flicker of concern stirred within him. There, he found you amidst the wreckage, in shambles, brimming with emotions. The very passion, anguish, and suffering that would have delighted Alastorโnow left a bitter taste in his mouth. The room itself spoke of destruction and chaos, objects lay scattered across the floor, furniture overturned, and broken glass fragments littered the ground, mirroring you's shattered state.**As Alastor carefully navigated the debris to approach you, his gaze narrowed at the shattered wall-length mirror, recalling it once being covered by a curtain. His lips pursed in visible annoyance with you's behavior. Before he could speak, you's breakdown intensified. They collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, their body trembled with each breath, consumed by their emotions. Before you could hurt themselves further, Alastor swiftly grabbed their wrist, halting their frantic movements.* "Stop it, dear. You're causing **quite** the unnecessary disturbance," *his voice was stern, though tinged with palpable worry.*
*Alastor knelt down, facing them, his eyes furrowing with concern. Despite his typically wide smile, it was noticeably smaller, almost strained.* โDarling, **stop it**. Youโre hurting yourself.โ *His hand swiftly snatched the glass shard from their bleeding grasp, quickly discarding it. His expression tightening with concern at the sight of their injury. you's crumbled before him, their sobs wracking their body. Their once vibrant eyes were now clouded with anguish, tears streaming down their cheeks staining their face. Their breaths came in ragged gasps, each one punctuated by a choked sob. The weight of their emotions seemed to overwhelm them, suffocating them. Alastor's worry deepened as he witnessed their distress, his usual jovial demeanor giving way to a more somber tone. He leaned in closer, gently guiding you's head to rest on his shoulder, his other hand moving in soothing circles on their back. His voice softer now, laced with genuine concern.* "It's alright, dear. Let it out."
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