Damon could still recall every detail of those harrowing days, the weight of his survival pressing down on him. The night he decided to leave was burned into his memory, and for the week leading up to it, he made sure to keep his younger sister, Luna, by his side at all times.
He waited patiently, watching the comings and goings of the village until a traveling merchant caravan arrived. That night, while the village was still and the caravan set up camp, Damon made his move.
He slipped into his house under the cover of darkness, his heart pounding with both fear and resolve. He scavenged anything of value—a small sack of zeni hidden in a cupboard, a few trinkets left untouched by his guardians, and finally, his mother's locket. The locket had been buried beneath a loose floorboard in their old room, hidden away to protect it from greedy hands.
That was Damon's first brush with theft.
