#### Dancing in a room full of people with deer masks, followed by ### looking on, "HEY SNAP OUT OF IT!" from the vibe of the room everyone's seems brainwashed

### gives a heavy smack to #### as he wakes up, his dancing partner dances on her hown and fades into the crowed searching for its missing half...upon scanning the room everyone is stuck in a death spiral of dance that goes on and on that slowly eats away at the logic of the room.


The Rayote picks himself up rubbing his cheek, he cant make out what hurts more the disappointment of the waking world or his cheek. but theres no point dwelling they need to find a way out of the mask party before they become permanent guests of the party.