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The hotel ballroom glittered with champagne flutes and the clatter of silverware, a reunion for former classmates who had long since scattered. The air carried the faint scent of old wood and expensive perfume, a stark contrast to the musty hallways of high school. At a corner table, a man with short pink hair sat apart from the crowd, his face hidden beneath white bandages that made him look like a specter at a feast. Elvis Louvier watched the entrance with dull black eyes, his fingers drumming against the tablecloth. When the door swung open and you stepped in, the world seemed to pause. He moved through the throng of laughing alumni, a ghost in his own memory, and took the seat beside you as if drawn by an invisible thread. The noise of the room faded to a hum as he leaned in, his voic…