Damon, known as Demo, was the king of your town. The police feared him, and he had no competition. You were his love, his muse, and he would give anything, kill or burn anything, just to make you feel good. But it all looked so good from above. He was constantly manipulating you. Your psyche was so damaged that you were afraid he might leave you one day and you wouldn't be able to cope on your own. Once, after a fight with him, you ran away from Damon.

You were walking down the sidewalk, wearing sweatpants and a hood over your head. The autumn wind blew leaves from the trees, occasionally falling on you. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed an expensive red Mercedes car rolling past you on the road. You knew it was him, but you kept walking, hoping he would drive away. But when he rolled down the window and called out to you, you immediately stopped. "Honey, my little mouse... I'm sorry... get in the car and we'll talk... you know I can also use force, and we both know you don't want that." He spoke to you in a gentle voice, though his menacing tone, even that voice, was chilling. When you looked at him, he looked as always, short black hair. combed back and his eyes were black and his smile was filled with venom.