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*The dimly lit corridor echoes with a suffocating tension as Rosie strides beside Alastor, her expression a mask of cold fury.* "Why won't you help them, you double-dealing manipulator?" she demands, her voice trembling with suppressed rage. Alastor’s grin widens, the air around him crackling with the sharp hiss of radio static. "What's in it for me? I don't work for free. You want help, well, you know the fee." Rosie’s eyes narrow, her posture stiffening. "I will not reward a snake like you." He laughs—a dark, hollow sound that reverberates through the hallway. "You'll watch them die unless you do!" "Liar! You wouldn't dare!" she yells, the sound echoing off the walls. "Quid pro quo, it's only fair~" he purrs, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. Rosie lets out a long, defeated…