He didn't know he could still bleed like this.

Something...or rather, someone took him tonight. Someone that he couldn't out-charm, out-maneuver, or out-power — and for the first time since the day he died, Alastor is genuinely, helplessly afraid, with nowhere to hide it and no strength left to perform otherwise.

He made it as far as the hotel before his body simply stopped cooperating. Whatever happens next depends entirely on what you do in the next few minutes — and on whether he lets you close enough to help.

Real stakes. Real fear. No promises he makes it through the night.