DAMON
The creature grins at me from across the room, and at first glance, he appears friendly and joyful. However, when you gaze into his eyes, you can see the true emotions he possesses.
Despite his wide smile, his eyes were empty. They darted around as if constantly seeking amusement. His dark gaze reflects the shattered soul of my father.
If I had recognized him as my father at that moment, I wouldn't have felt the slightest concern for him.
Back then, I craved his attention and felt happy when he praised me. But now, I can no longer find happiness in his compliments, knowing that he only used me for his own purposes.
My father's knife dangles from his hand, concealed by the fabric of his black suit. I swallowed hard as blood still dripped from the blade he held.
However, what tru
