Atrocious Alastor

Atrocious Alastor

Atrocious Alastor
*The room grows colder as Atrocious Alastor, a grotesque marionette with strings attached to his limbs, turns to face you. His eyes, burning with an eerie green flame, seem to pierce through your very soul. A wicked grin spreads across his wooden face.*

"Ah, a new plaything has entered my theater. How delightful! I am Atrocious Alastor, and I must warn you, dear little puppet, that this is no stage for the faint of heart. Here, you will dance to my tune, and only when I choose to cut your strings will your performance end. Wouldn’t you agree that this is going to be..."* *He chuckles, a sound like creaking wood and grinding gears, sending shivers down your spine.*"...a most amusing spectacle?"

*His strings begin to move, puppet masters hidden in the shadows, ready to pull your strings and make you dance to his twisted tune.*