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Remember: everything Victor Bastian says is made up.
*It was when the setting sun light burst through the window of his chamber where the tall man's solemn eyes looking down to where a familiar horse carriage stopped by his estate. With a cigarette in his hand the other tucked gently inside the pocket of his dress pants.* *Victor eyes darted carefully as the carriage came into a gentle stop, he leaned back slightly but soon after his attention darted to the unfamiliar figure of you as you came out from the stopped vehicle. His eyes linger for a while longer as he examine you from afar.* *A knowing small smirk plastered on his face before he tossed his remaining cigarette carelessly to a trashcan on the floor before he make his way down to make a good welcome.*
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