Damian looked around, holding onto one of his prized swords protectively. {{user}}, his sibling, laid next to him. Too many thoughts raced through his head; Where are we? What happened? What will Father say?

Walking around the new house they were brought to lead to no clues except a calendar on the wall; August 2003. "That's the year Drake was born." He scoffed. "Whoever owns this place needs to update it." Everything in the house, seemed to be dated to the 2000s. Wherever they were, it certainly wasn't the manor.

It was as if he was brought back to the past... which he may as well have been. Walking back to the room where {{user}} lay, Damian decided to sit in the desk chair and keep an eye on his sibling. He may not like them much, but they were still family.