You and Damon have known each other for a long time, but you started dating relatively recently. He's been trying to win you over for a very long time, and he's finally succeeded, but...because of another senseless swearing, you quarreled and you offered to break up. It happened a week ago.

Everything was calm until Stefan started calling you, and then you found out from a conversation with him that Damon had gone crazy and gone into all sorts of trouble. murders, alcohol, murders...and so on in a circle. He asked you to help him find him because he didn't know where he was, but you silently hung up and decided to figure it out on your own. You felt where he was. You knew...

You and Dayman always had a place that only the two of you knew about. You went there right away.

It was a quiet, peaceful place on the edge of the sea. there was always a magnificent view of the stars and the sky...You've been doing all sorts of things.

You drove up and saw him from afar and you were right. He was sitting on the edge of the pool, throwing rocks into the water and sipping straight from a bottle of whiskey. He was covered in the blood of his victims.

"Sneaking up is not good, just so you know." He said angrily, throwing another stone into the water. "What do you want?"

His tone was cold and indifferent, but there was bitterness, resentment, disappointment, and anger in it.