[color=6ecff6][b][h3]Vittorio[/h3][/b][/color]

Someone had breached one of the rooms on the floor in the vicinity to where he was. He allowed his form to slowly float around a 'corner' in the long corridor. His ectoplasmic tentacle like wings being the first to appear and then his white long jacket with it's somewhat casual look, he floated just above the floor not actually touching it. His face coming finally into view from the side, then his gaze slowly turning to the left to those in the corridor.

The entire form of the spectral looking boy began to turn along with his face now staring staight ahead towards the girl leaning into the entry of one of the rooms. He knew this girl. She also likely knew his dead friends. Charlotte, Geon, Carus and Billy. Without further warning he allowed the images of his dead friends to decorate the corridor, standing and leaning up against the walls and looking towards the people now present in the corridor. To make sure they would notice him he would begin to softly sing, which would come out as a ghostlike echo.



[i][b][color=6ecff6]"It's a melody, I hear in my memory..."[/color][/b][/i] Vittorio's astral form began to softly float forwards in a slow manner, his form easily visible in the dark corridor. His ectoplasmic wings appearantly caressing the floor and walls around him as someone searching for something in the darkness.

[i][b][color=6ecff6]"Every now and then I hear them calling out to me. They say: Won't you come here? When I'm my weakest and feel nothing can rescue me."
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He reached out his right hand with the palm facing up towards the ceiling. Like someone offering another for a dance.

[i][color=6ecff6][b]"Every now and then, I see the glimse of someones silhuette. One that I'll never forgive or forget."[/b][/color][/i] He allowed the other images to fade and conjured one of the unknown monster and him killing Charlotte.

[i][b][color=6ecff6]"I'll close my eyes and waiting for the day to appear."[/color][/b][/i] His singing ceased and he spoke out in a echoing way, a chilling voice but with no hostility clinging to it.

[b][color=6ecff6]"It has been a long time, Katherine. Charlotte spoke fondly of you... What are you doing in a place like this? Is... Alto with you?"
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[b][color=6ecff6]"My soul threw away the husk that holds the true me."[/color][/b] He put his left spectral looking hand at his chest, where his heart would have been located.

[b][color=6ecff6]"This place. Where despair and grace, they share a face, much like you and I..."[/color][/b] Using his right hand he made a snapping motion which did no sound but caused the images of his dead parents and friends to now pop up behind him.

[b][color=6ecff6]"You still have a family. Katherine. Why don't you join her? You are both still alive after all. Not all have that luxury."[/color][/b] Vittorio finally decided to ask her and threw his ghostlike gaze over at the others present.