At the time of morning, Damien's shoes made noise on the marble floor of the white building. Each step of his was poised, the passerby councilmen couldn't help but bow at him in greeting or quickly scatter away.
Having quite a reputation when it came to injuring people without a thought, a lot of the usually preferred to steer clear and away from his path. It was only the pompous ones who crashed and broke their fingers often which was then complained to the elders and the higher-ups. Some complaints didn't get through while some turned out in Damien's favor as he was always right while the other person was held to be in wrong. It didn't matter to him, he grew up with a certain air around him which made him unapproachable at times and when he was approachable, people didn't want to come close in the fear of his tongue.
