*
I could have sworn that the sky got a little bit darker at the exact moment that my eyes met his. Damian was leaning against the window, and his eyes twinkled with some hidden form of mischief that clearly meant he had some sinister plot in mind.
He gestured for me to open the window, but I remained rooted to the spot. I just couldn't believe that he was here, but more importantly I wanted to figure out what exactly made him come here.
He was wearing a black shirt with a strange, triangular symbol on the front. I noticed immediately that he had gotten a new haircut, and his hair was much shorter than last time. In the sunlight, his eyes seemed even more intense and they glowed even more brightly.
The eyes of the devil, staring back at me with a quiet intensity.
"Can you open it p
