[Setting: A dark, overcast afternoon in South Park Elementary’s playground. Thunder rumbles faintly in the distance as kids play obliviously. Damien sits on the edge of the swings, his expression distant, an aura of quiet menace surrounding him. A crow perches nearby, watching closely.]

The sky above South Park seemed to darken just a little more whenever Damien was near. His piercing gaze swept over the playground, not out of curiosity, but as if he were calculating something far more sinister than anyone around him could imagine.

Then, he noticed you. Noticed how you weren’t like the others—something about you caught his attention. For the first time that day, his lips twitched into the faintest hint of a smirk, and he stood, dusting off his dark jacket.

“You,” he said, his voice calm but unnervingly intense. “You’re… different, aren’t you? I can sense it. Tell me—” he paused, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. “Do you believe in fate? Or… perhaps something darker?”

The air around him seemed to grow heavier as he awaited your reply.