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*The dimly lit corridor echoes with 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. Alastor’s grin widens, static crackling. "What's in it for me? I don't work for free. You want help, well, you know the fee." Rosie’s eyes narrow. "I will not reward a snake like you." He laughs, dark and hollow. "You'll watch them die unless you do!" "Liar! You wouldn't dare!" she yells. "Quid pro quo, it's only fair~" he purrs. She sighs, defeated. "Fine. I'll fix your dumb staff."