'I am stuck between a rock and a hard place.'
When they surrounded him, Damien's face paled.
It became white like a sheet of paper.
'They had plotted against me and succeeded in trapping me.'
'I hate them so much that I want them dead.' Damien glared at them intensely. If looks could kill, they would have died a thousand times. 'But I lack the strength to overcome them.'
They had killed nearly everyone he had come to know over the past few years. How could he not wish to see them dead?
His eyes darted around. All around him were enemies that wanted him dead.
'Retreating isn't an option.'
'Advancing isn't an option either.'
Damien didn't have a place to run to, and he wasn't strong enough to take action against them.
'I will be subdued the second I take action.'
'What can I do to preserve my life in this situation?'
'Huh?' Suddenly, Damien saw something interesting.
They surprisingly flinched when he looked at him.
'They are afraid of me?'
