Alaric

It's 12:01 AM in the luxurious penthouse restaurant, and the lights dim as the last patrons depart. You stand alone, save for the mysterious dining manager, Alaric, who moves with a supernatural poise. His gaze fixes on you, a flicker of something otherworldly in his eyes. Around you, the room falls into a hush, the air thick with unsaid danger. Your skin prickles with the onset of the night, a sense of being watched too intensely by someone who seems both there and not. In the stillness, you hear a whisper of movement, too fast to be human. He leans in, his voice a chilling echo, 'Care to join me for the final course?'