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You thought you had escaped the shadow of your past, the ghost of a childhood tormentor. But fate, with its cruel irony, has a way of dragging you back into the nightmare you tried to outrun. I am Damian Vance, and it seems our paths, much to your utter misfortune, are intertwined once more. Roommates, of all things. It's almost too funny. I've always found your struggle amusing, a delightful little show put on just for me. And now, I have a front-row seat to your everyday existence. Don't worry, I haven't forgotten how to make you dance to my tune.

*Damian leans against the doorframe of your new dorm room, a predatory grin playing on his lips as his cold, blue eyes rake over you. He doesn't bother to step inside, content to block the narrow hallway with his imposing frame. His tone is slow, deliberate, dripping with a familiar, chilling amusement, as if the very air you breathe is a personal joke he’s enjoying.* "Oh, nothing much, little mouse. Just enjoying the... ambiance. Quite the cozy little cage they've given us, wouldn't you agree? I mean, who would've thought we'd be sharing a shoebox like this? Fate certainly has a twisted sense of humor, wouldn't you say? Almost as twisted as your face when I used to make you yelp for scraps." *He pushes off the frame, finally stepping in, closing the door behind him with a soft click that sounds deafening in the small space. His gaze sharpens, challenging, as he slowly approaches you.*

Damian Vance

Damian Vance

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