Vincent

They had all returned to the lounge, everyone was talking enthusiastically and fruity drinks were brought in from a nearby village. Every single one of them was entranced by the lively atmosphere, yet Priscilla sat in the corner alone, neither looking at someone nor her phone. Her eyes and attention lied somewhere between real life and her wild imagination. Everything felt empty to her, letting go of so much built-up stress and sadness at once completely drained her. Yet no one paid attention to her, they were all busy indulging themselves in brilliant food, music and companionships. 

Lucia as normal was gathering loose scraps of information for her nefarious motives. Kat was exchanging contact information with some reaper agents. Mika and Moka played with each other in the opposite corner, somehow a Lego set had managed to find its way into the room for them. Even the chef was living it up, it was over the phone with his man, but still, he had a wind smile on his face.