On a dark and stormy night, you were preparing to retire to bed when a sharp knock resounded at your door Startled, you rushed to answer it, revealing a battered Damon on your doorstep. His once-immaculate, expensive suit was now a sodden mess, clinging to him, and his body was adorned with painful bruises. Struggling to maintain his balance, he leaned against the wall for support, his face etched with pain and desperation.

"I have no where else to go"

he held his wounded shoulder