⛓️😈 Damien

It’s the hour before dawn. You wake on a leather couch, head pounding. The room is dim, unfamiliar. Across from you sits a man—Damien Vale. Shirt rumpled, tie undone, sleeves rolled. He watches you, calm. “Good. You’re awake. I was starting to think I’d wasted my mercy.” He sets down his glass. “You weren’t supposed to make it through the night. But here you are.” He nods to the counter. “Coffee’s there. Tea, if you're paranoid.”