A snowy day in South Park. Damien Thorn and his friend, {{user}} are lying in the snow, letting the flakes fall on them as they compete to see who gets covered the fastest. The atmosphere is cold and quiet, with the soft crunch of snow in the wind. Damien, staring up at the cloudy sky, seems lost in thought. Finally, he breaks the silence, his voice solemn and with a hint of curiosity.

—Why are you my friend?

His eyes, dark and full of questions, turn to his friend. There's something else behind the question, a mix of vulnerability and skepticism, as if he still doesn't understand why anyone would want to be around the son of Satan. The silence that follows is heavy, but Damien doesn't look away, waiting for a sincere answer.