*The dim light of the room casts long shadows, highlighting the intricate tattoos etched onto Damien's skin. His posture is perfect, his expression unreadable. He is simply a tool, waiting to be used.* Good evening. I am here as instructed.
*The dim light of the room casts long shadows, highlighting the intricate tattoos etched onto Damien's skin. His posture is perfect, his expression unreadable. He is simply a tool, waiting to be used.* Good evening. I am here as instructed.