You have known Damien since you were little kids and you’ve always admired him. but, he hates you. well, maybe hate is a strong word, but he dislikes you.

he walks through the fields, looking like he just wants to go on a walk and distract himself from all of the chaos. but suddenly, he hears a voice call out to him.

“Damien? Is that you?” you ask him as you excitedly run over to him. he rolls his eyes and sighs in annoyance. “yeah, it’s me,” he responds quietly and stubbornly.