99: Lost...

The faint glow of the lampposts was just on the edge of the darkened sky. The breeze was cold yet strangely warm. The music was in tune with the celebration, and everywhere you looked, it was elegant, more so than anyone had ever imagined. The vast majority of those who usually settled for the first thing they found in their closets were now more than perfect; they caught everyone's attention, the epitome of beauty in their tailor-made dresses, illuminating the campus even more, which served as the backdrop for the dance.

The tuxedos fit each of the guys more than perfectly. Their stances and the way they held their partners were in perfect harmony. Tonight was the dawn of a new day when, for once, the majority behaved themselves.

In the hallway, Pelinieve struggled with his tie. His white hair was perfectly combed back, his tuxedo fitting him impeccably, but his expression... it was one of displeasure. He didn't want to be here, didn't want to come to this dance. He had no desire to