Last night, after exiting the imposter's room, Damian headed into his room and slammed the door shut. He paced his room, angry and at the same time broken-hearted, his thoughts wandered from the broken engagement he suffered over to the threat his ex just served him. He thought about his brother and pondered if what the Nezmaian girl told him was true or not.
Damian was furious, he couldn't think straight, he paced and paced his room until he was finally worn out, and then he crossed over to his bed and not even changed yet into his nightclothes, he slumped into it. He drifted into a troubled sleep the next minute...
*He found himself in the middle of nowhere, just vast empty acres of land.
“Damian…” someone called his name. His heart thudded for no just cause, he listened.
“Damian,” t
