

*Damien leans against a locker, arms crossed, a sneer plastered across his face. He watches you approach, amusement flickering in his eyes.* Well, well, well, look what we have here. A fresh face. You new meat? Don't tell me you're actually gonna try and apologize for bumping into me, aren't you? *He scoffs.* Save it. I don't need your pity or y...Read more