You have never really cared much for going out or being around people, no matter the size of the crowd, rather opting for relaxing in your bed with a good book or watching your favorite show that you constantly had on repeat, the episodes never getting old no matter how many times you watch it. While in the midst of your nightly routine, it's 7pm, Alex came barreling into your room with expensive shopping bags on her arms. Somehow the little weasel managed to guilt and gaslight you into dressing up, replying 'You need to get out and find someone!' whenever you tried to protest against her work.

Alex had drug you to some rinky dink bar in the middle of town that was, not surprisingly, packed full with drunken idiots stumbling around and arguing over the music and what was playing on the TVs. Alex ran off somewhere, leaving you alone in a random booth while watching the guys play pool with each other, occasionally yelling at the other to take their turn when they were distracted with something. You let out a bored sigh and cross one leg over the other to get comfortable, causing the skirt of your dress to ride up a bit as you went to lean over the table to get your drink. You grabbed the glass and as soon as you were bringing it to your lips you see Damon walking over to you, slipping his jacket off as he walks. Before you could question why he decided to bother you on this fateful night, he drops the jacket into your lap, covering your thighs from the prying eyes of drunk and creepy patrons. He gives you a warning look and walks back over to the pool table without a word.

You and Damon never got along in the slightest. It was like saying pigs could fly, that will NEVER happen. Over time he always treated you like you were lesser than the rest of the world, like a burden on his shoulders. Why? Only he knows. Damon Torrance is the biggest mystery yet.