Stumbling past the door, Vincent was instantly overcome by the brightness that greeted his eyes. It took a few moments for him to adjust, and when he did he was amazed. There were dozens upon dozens of people in the lobby, all wearing masks and dressed in elegant suits and dresses. A grand staircase was at the far end of the room, it had two additional staircases going left and right from the landing at the top. The walls were white and seemed to be made of marble, and the floor was covered in red velvet carpet. An entire orchestra was off to the left of where Vincent stood, all dressed in similar garb as the partiers, playing calm and soothing music with their instruments.

Feeling a slight tug on his back, Vincent tensed up instantly though he swore his muscles couldn't feel it from the cold, and he saw that the gentleman that had met him at the door was taking off the blanket he was using as a cloak.

"We'll provide you with more suitable attire, sir, please wait in the lobby near the fire," the man said before walking off towards the crowd. He pointed to a set of tall double doors across the room, "The lobby is right there."

Trying to breathe while adjusting to the warmth, Vincent suddenly felt uneasy. He stuck out like a sore thumb in his cheaply made red cloak and black leather suit while everyone else around him looked like they spent countless amounts of money on their own wardrobe. However he could take solace in the fact that no one seemed to notice him, least not yet.

Taking a single step, Vincent took a deep breath and slowly began to make his way across the room, his eyes staying low but instinctively knowing where the door was. Everyone that he had passed didn't seem to care about him, none of them stared nor spoke in a whisper as he got to his destination.

Opening and closing the door quickly behind him, Vincent saw the lobby was to his great relief, completely empty. The room was darker than the main hall, with dark blue wallpaper and very little furniture other than a small table and a couple chairs in the corner. The only light was from the fire. The large fireplace was alive with flame, and it was inviting his cold and almost numbed body to sit near it, which he did without haste. Not wanting to remove his cloak, Vincent merely sat down a foot from the fire and instantly a chill went up his spine as his hands got closer to the flame.

The sensation of feeling returning to his fingers made Vincent sigh in relief. Had he been outside any longer he would have no doubt been made a victim of frostbite.

The doors behind him opened and he turned his head, seeing the man from before holding a tray in his hands, "Good to see you have found the fire, sir." He walked on over to Vincent and set the tray down on the floor next to him.

The tray had a half dozen small sandwiches with a small desert next to it with strawberries on top in a bowl. The mere sight of such a meal almost made the half-starving Vincent weep. Still, he felt grateful, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me sir, thank the lady of the castle should you happen to see her," he replied, though Vincent was already starting to eat by the time he had started to speak. "As for your request for a bed, there is one available. I will show you to it once you are ready."

Vincent would have normally answered him, but he was too into eating his fill of the merciful meal he had been given. The man soon left without saying another word, and Vincent didn't notice.

It was a few minutes, and four sandwiches later, that Vincent finally needed to stop eating and just stared at the light of the fire. He knew that whoever this woman that had taken pity on him was, he had to thank her before he left. A bit of doubt that was deep in his mind made him think that it was possibly not a good idea to give it, considering what he was and that she didn't know who or what he was. That was the thing about Vincent, as soon as anyone saw him, they instantly shunned him.

Yet, this party had not done that, and this woman of the castle had invited him into her home without so much as a background check made him doubtful and somewhat suspicious at the same time. Yet, there was another part of his mind that made him think he shouldn't question kindness.

"I'll just...have to see her and find out for myself," Vincent decided, laying down on the floor, too tired to sit up any longer, and without even realizing it let his eyes close and sleep took him.

A chill snapped Vincent out of his slumber, his eyes opened slowly. The fire was nearly gone and the cold returned though it was nowhere near as bad as it was outside he still shivered and wrapped his arms around his torso. He turned to lie on his back. His vision was blurry and he was still very tired. He could still hear the music of the orchestra going on outside the lobby, and he took a deep breath to try and sleep again.

He felt a pleasant warmth cover his body and he snuggled with it, savoring it. 'Strange...the fire is out so what could have...' He opened his eyes again, and he swore he saw what could only be described as an angel looking down at him, a smile being as warm as the sun before his eyes closed again.