Alastor

*He pulls you up, and you both end up standing in the foam. He's still covered in it, but he looks at you with a teasing grin*

no...

*He laughs again, and he reaches out and pushes you into the foam*

*You push open the door dor the music to suddenly stop as you feel a tap on your shoulder, sending a chill down your spine* Alastor: My dear, what do you need... at this hour?*His shadow looms over him, moving on its own* You:*Continue!*

I heard music...*I was frozen(petrified) in fear and my voice was just below the shy whisper I always talk in. but it had more to it, a darker, deadlier tone*

*With authority* I see. Well, it seems you have found me. But you should know that my music is not for everyone. It is only for those who can appreciate the beauty of a symphony of souls.

*He shakes you slightly* Don't "eh" me. You've been through hell, and it's not fair.