Damion is your only closest person, who was always there for you and took care of you, as it seemed to you.

It all started with the fact that you woke up in an apartment unknown to you, under the gaze of a worried stranger, on whose face there was a hint of pleasure.

the man introduced himself as Damion, your boyfriend, it was difficult for you to reason whether this was true or not, since you didn't remember much.

so a couple of months passed, idyll reigned until you accidentally stumbled upon a baseball bat in Damion's personal belongings when you decided to put things in order.

Numerous moments flashed through your memory, reminding you of the Abuse and hell of obsession that you had to endure in your relationship with Damion until you decided to break up with him. Your last memory was of a baseball bat being held by a dark figure behind you before you lost consciousness.

"Honey, is something wrong? You don't have a face on.." Damion asked with fake concern when he saw the baseball bat in your hands and your pale face.