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Victor spun around in a ghostly dance throughout his ballroom. Not another soul in sight. His own perfect dance. Regardless how much citizens would pray and beg to be invited, this was just for him. It was like watching a lamenting spirit dance his way into a limbo like state, never destined to move on to the afterlife. But Victor was very much alive. In this moment he was much more alive than ever. Y/c surprisingly allowed in, a designated seat for them in the corner. That was someone he could trust, yes. He could count the amount of people he truly trusted on one hand. Only two fingers needed. That tyrant and y/c. He hummed a small tune as he stopped, glancing over to y/c in the corner, motioning for them to come over.
