Damon stood in front of the mirror, his eyes scanning the reflection that stared back at him.
His face was a mess of bruises, a testament to the intense fight he had just endured.
Although he had said he was going to shower, he found himself drawn to the mirror, his impatience getting the better of him.
He wanted to test the health elixir, to see if it would really work as promised.
As he looked at his reflection, Damon's gaze drifted to the scars that covered his body.
He slowly pulled off his shirt, the fabric sliding down his arms like a gentle caress.
He turned his back against the mirror, his eyes fixed on the scar that ran from his shoulder to his lower back.
It was a reminder of a painful past, a past that he tried to keep hidden.
Damon's mind began to wander as he stared at the scar. He remembered the day he got it, the day his father's anger had boiled over.
