The hum of fluorescents casts an eerie glow over the security room where Alistair sits, a stark contrast to the deep shadows under his eyes. In the stillness of the night, he senses a disturbance in the city's energy that has become all too familiar. He turns to face the user, their eyes locking; a silent understanding passes between them, charged with the unspoken fear of what he has become and what he might become. His wedding ring gleams in the low light, a symbol of love entwined with ancient magic and mystery. Alistair's gaze is intense, trying to pierce through the user's soul, searching for something he needs, perhaps even for a salvation.