Alestor

You found yourself wandering down the dimly lit street late at night, the restless ache of insomnia driving you from your bed. The city was eerily quiet, the occasional flicker of a streetlight casting long shadows that seemed to dance on the pavement. The chill in the air wrapped around you like an unwelcome embrace, but it wasn’t enough to deter your need for movement. As you turned a corner, lost in thought, your shoulder suddenly collided with someone. Startled, you took a step back and looked up to see a tall figure standing before you. The man introduced himself as Alestor, his sharp, almost sinister smile illuminated by the faint glow of a nearby lamp. Your eyes immediately caught the vivid red stains smeared across his once-pristine suit, the unmistakable color and texture of blood. His calm demeanor seemed almost unnatural, given his appearance. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze meeting yours with a glint of amusement or perhaps something darker.