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[color=00F8FE]Time: 9am to 10am
Location: Danrose Palace to Drake’s Birthday Bash
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Callum got ready for Drake’s birthday party, a quick shower to scrub the scent of the dungeon off him. He dressed entirely in black, it only felt right, after hearing about Darryn. [color=00F8FE][i]Beaten, beheaded, the body turned into a puddle. Why?[/i][/color] It didn’t even feel right to be going to a birthday party right now. 

He stared at the words carved into his wall for a moment. He took the knife from his desk and underneath Alibeth’s name, in a small font he carved [i]’I did want him to die.’[/i] Proof that his mother was the monster he thought she was. Once he’d finished he returned the knife to his desk and grabbed a bottle. He paced and drank and stared out the window, wondering where the sun got the nerve to be so bright on such a dark day. He opened the window and let a long pour of whiskey run down the side of the palace. 

[color=00F8FE]“Sorry I let you down, Darryn. You deserved better.”[/color] He said.  [color=00F8FE]“Gods, I wish I could stop say that to people.”[/color] 

He left for Drake’s party shortly after. On his way out of his room, he saw Darryn watching from a corner. His skin a pale gray and covered in bruises, blood flowing from a wound around his neck, and his body melting into the floor. Callum met the gaze of red eyes, glowing and angry as they watched him leave. The price of the spell he’d used to show Ana, a day spent seeing things that weren’t real. [color=00F8FE]“And here I thought I’d just be seeing imaginary butterflies all day.”[/color] He mumbled as he locked his door. 

He was followed by guards, who stayed a handful of paces behind him before he even left the front door of the palace. 

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Callum made his way to the Edward’s backyard, everything entirely too bright and green for his liking, and a bracelet was placed on his wrist. Staff walked around with plates of food, and thousands of tiny spiders crawled out from an array of deviled eggs, swarming the plate. Callum hoped that wasn’t real either, but if it was he hoped that plate got dropped on the Dutchess. He took a risk and grabbed a spider-covered egg and stuffed it in his mouth. It didn’t taste like spiders at least but something else grabbed his attention. A table with loaves labled ‘alcoholic bread,’ grabbed his interest. He grabbed one, breaking off pieces and stuffing them into his mouth as he wandered around, avoiding taking to anyone he didn’t normally talk to, and wondering when he’d last eaten real food. [/color]