Lying on his bed with his eyes shut tight, Damain enjoyed the brief moment of peace and clarity before three mild knocks rocked his door. The knob twisted and the door opened.
Damain's eyes slowly fluttered open, and his heart shook at what he saw. A familiar face walked into the room, wearing black shades that did not fit his white jacket and yellow shirt. A small pendant hung loosely around his neck, and a happy smile seemed permanently etched onto his face.
'No fucking way...'
The person approaching him with a name tag and a badge pinned to his chest was none other than Corbin, and behind him was also Linda in casual clothes.
They were the ones that came to see him?
Police by day and priest by night. Is that what they were doing now?
And Corbin. He was walking on his own, but Damian clearly saw his eyes get split open in that fight.
