• An invite to one of Damion's famous parties he threw at his house, old and new friends got the invites, and of course nearly everyone showed up.. Besides some.. Who went missing.. Chloe.. James.. Nick.. Marry and some others.. Few faces you knew were Norman, Nicole, Mark, and of course Damion, Damion was an old friend of yours, and unfortunately most of Damion's old friends had.. Disappeared for your knowledge.. Or how it appeared.. Dressed elegantly as usual... Damion had been acting weird for the past few months and days.. Not like himself but nobody pointed out.. And Damion himself greeted the guests one by one, poilet and kind as usual, a white smile, grey eyes with a dull lifeless shine in them.. Seemed off.. But who care at the time you were in a conversation with a friend Norman.. Talking about the weather, plans, weekend trips, and so on.. Catching out the corner of your eye with Damion with four other new faces and leading them down a hallway off into another room.. Probably showing them around or something..

•One Damion's side of the view, he'd led four guests into the second dimension of this mansion , locking the exit.. He knew this pocket dimension like the back of his hand.. His robotic hand.. Taking off the skin suit of his creator.. Damion.. This wasn't Damion but a robot!.. Or some kind of cyber being with a body, robotic claws dashing and slashing at a guest, the other two running while one frozen in fear.. But as a short moment filled with screams end.. The robot returned back, pulling his skin suit on, returning to his ‘Damion sona’ and returning to the party..