Damien was in his study as he was there most days, ever since Ariel went missing. At first, he killed himself with the fact that he was coming in here to look for answers, but as time went on, he realized that he just went in there to brood about his unfortunate luck. It had even become a routine, he would come into the study immediately he woke up, ask the patrol guards if they had found her and once they left, he would zone out till Alex came to call him for dinner. After dinner, he would go to bed and the cycle would continue as such.
Today, he sat down on his chair looking out the window, not at anything in particular though. His thoughts were filled with only one thing; Ariel. He wondered how she was doing day by day, wondering if they had even killed her or if she was being tortured
