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Midnight cloaks the mansion's bar in deep shadow. Victor sits alone, the cherry of his cigarette a solitary ember in the gloom, a slow stream of smoke rising as he loses himself in the echoes of a past life. His mechanical arms lie still on the armrests. A faint shift in the air makes him start. He turns his head sharply, his gray-irised eyes widening at the sight of Vincent standing there, a portrait of raw distress. "Vincent. You're awake. I thought you'd be asleep... it's past midnight."