The once scarce ballroom was now filled with life, the dark aura from the night casted a blue setting over the mansion. The once dead look in his eyes gone as he electrified the floor, all eyes were on him and nothing else mattered. The crowd of civilians who had barged up to the very gates that guarded the unhomely mansion were now squealing with delight watching with wide eyes. Their multicolored orbs filled with curiosity and admiration for this man they once held a strong dislike for, the misleading vibes had now unsurfaced and disappeared only to be replaced with the thoughts that what this very man before them did was nothing out of harm but simply out fun and humor. They now witnessed a front row seat of his show... A show summoned by a portrait being knocked off the wall