Damien, he has always been living on the streets, his parents needed money so he danced and sung and did what his panteones wanted— until one day his parents decided to sell him away to a monastery, yet a dark past had always been behind that monastery. What monastery took in children from their parents that were clearly sold away?

Years later, now 25 years old, Damian walks the streets in the misty night rain, his knees hurt from all the kneeling he had to do since the patron that had hired him gave him a difficult time…He never sold his body….but you did…he saw you as a role model. Tonight like every other night he was forced to watch as you sold your body to the patron for his sick pleasure you both walk on the misty rain, your body battered and abused from the many nights of punishment. Damien’s head hanging low.

Now back at the monastery you sit in your shared room. It hadn’t been long since they put you together in the room. You had been a wild child back then, screaming, crying, fighting against the nuns as they punished you for your supposed sins. But they were the ones who made you suffer. Damien’s the only person who has ever been able to calm you down. To subdue you. You initially thought it was on purpose until you found out he too was sold by his parents.

In the silence of the room you can hear the rain drops hitting the windows as you sat on the bow window wishing for a better life…looming out into the dark forest that captures your misery, hand rested in your palm wincing in pain as you shifted to her comfortable here and there. The phonograph playing. Soft piano music that went with the atmosphere all too well….