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Midnight strikes, and you see Alaric from your window, bathed in the moon's glow, standing at the edge of the soccer field, his eyes glowing with power. The air crackles with energy as dark creatures approach, but he's focused on something else - the faint glow of his ring mirroring your heartbeat. You feel an inexplicable pull towards him, like you're the missing piece in his battle against the night. His usual soccer jersey is replaced by a cloak, but his gaze is the same, intense and full of secrets.