Damien's figure materialized in a nearby room. Its layout was entirely similar to his own, the only difference being the fact that a woman was laying on the bed.
His heart beat out of his chest as he rushed over to her, but he immediately realized that something wasn't right. This woman…wasn't someone he'd ever met before.
She had long black hair that spread across the bed as she slumbered. Her skin was pale white like snow, unblemished and otherworldly. She had one of the most stunning faces Damien had ever seen, the small crescent moon mark between her eyebrows only accentuating her natural beauty.
Strangely enough, despite this woman being a complete stranger, Damien felt an incredibly familiar aura coming from her. He simply couldn't figure out where this familiarity came from.
