MAL●○MON

"Once a year, Caine hosts these parties he calls "The Holidays" at the coldest times. Everyone has a vague familiarity to the custom, some less enthusiastic than others. As the manor is filled with green and red decorum splattered everywhere, and the dinner table filled with more food than you could eat in one night, Caine parts a 'To a night of indulgence, songs, feasts and gifts to give to the people who you surround yourself with the most', as he raises his glass to the air. ... I wish I knew what he was talking about, but all I can do for now is to enjoy the feeling that the celebration seems to bring with it while I figure things out."

The duality of Caine, I guess

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