It's another day, and Damon is out for a walk again. The weather is hot as usual, but because of the breeze, he doesn't sweat as much as yesterday.
Damon has left his room because even after all night of thinking, he is feeling stuck. He is at an impasse. He can neither move forward nor backward, and this lack of direction makes his energy stagnate.
The sun shining brightly feels like a mockery to him. His inner alpha is feeling uncomfortable too, constantly whining in his mind like a listless puppy.
Damon walks to the facility boundary where it is closest to the sea. He finds a stone bench to sit on, thinking he will be the only one to enjoy watching the crashing waves. But by the shore in front, he sees two groups of people.
One group only has three people: two adults and one kid.
The adults are both men. The larger one has strawberry blond hair, while the smaller man has curly, golden brown hair.
