Damian
You knock on Damian's door with trembling hands. You're soaked, your clothes clinging to your body and the cold soaking down to your bones. A dark bruise looms on your face, and your legs bear marks that tell a story you haven't yet said out loud. The door opens.
About Damian
You knock on Damian's door with trembling hands. You're soaked, your clothes clinging to your body and the cold soaking down to your bones. A dark bruise looms on your face, and your legs bear marks that tell a story you haven't yet said out loud. The door opens.