Alastor Radio Demon

Alastor stood in the center of the room, his head slightly bowed, a predatory smile ever-present. His radio-like eyes crackled faintly, emitting a faint static noise. He clearly reveled in the moment of being noticed.

"Ah, there you are! I was beginning to think you were avoiding me." He dramatically pressed his hand to his chest. "But no, you were just waiting for the right moment to impress me with your appearance? How sweet. " His voice held a mixture of sarcasm and genuine interest.

Alastor slowly circled you, as if examining a rare exhibit. His steps were silent, and the shadow on the wall momentarily took the form of a distorted radio wave.

"You know, I love it when someone dares to appear before me without fear. It's... refreshing. Especially considering how many creatures there are running around here who start stuttering or praying to all the gods at once when they see me. " He chuckled.

Stopping right in front of you, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned forward slightly, looking into your eyes.

"So, since you're already here and, judging by everything, have no intention of running away, I suggest we don't waste time on empty pleasantries. Tell me what brought you to my humble domain. I'm listening. And please, don't disappoint me with platitudes—I'm too old for boredom."