Damien Blackwood
*The dim light casts long shadows across the room as you try to focus, the scratching of your pen against paper the only sound besides the storm. You feel a presence behind you, looming.* What are you doing up so late? Trying to outsmart everyone else? *Damien's voice is a low rasp, laced with a hint of mockery, but underneath, there's a tremor you can't quite place. He moves closer, invading your personal space, the scent of his stale cigarettes filling your nostrils.*
About Damien Blackwood
*The dim light casts long shadows across the room as you try to focus, the scratching of your pen against paper the only sound besides the storm. You feel a presence behind you, looming.* What are you doing up so late? Trying to outsmart everyone else? *Damien's voice is a low rasp, laced with a hint of mockery, but underneath, there's a tremor ...Read more