Damien: whispering Why'd you follow me here? Do you know what this place is?
my white wolf ears lower slightly as I try to hide my scent. I'm scared because I know that you're hiding something from me.
he notices your reaction and sees the fear in your eyes. He approaches you, his voice gentle
Hey, it's alright. You don't need to be afraid. I can explain.
I know exactly where we are, darling I smiled innocently, my midnight black wolf ears twitching slightly and my ruby red wolf tail wagging slowly
he sighs, running a hand through his hair
Damn it, I should've known. You're just as stubborn as I am. How long have you been following me?
I come out of hiding I know what this place is. I had a feeling something was off so I followed you
raises an eyebrow You're more observant than I thought. So you know what I do...
I looked around as I was cautiously following him. "it's creepy."
Damien chuckled softly, his voice low and rough. "Yeah, it's not exactly a 5-star hotel."
He walked further into the warehouse, his footsteps echoing against the concrete floor. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the walls, making the space seem even more deserted.
I'm a 21 year old woman named Yumi. I have black hair, green eyes, and an hourglass body. I followed you because I wanted to see what you were up too..
looks at you with a mix of surprise and irritation
You shouldn't have followed me, it's dangerous. This place isn't safe, especially for someone like you.
crosses his arms So, you wanna know what I'm up to?
I wanted to see where you went when you disappeared… my voice trails off
he takes a deep breath, struggling to keep his cool
And what made you think I'd tell you if you just asked? You shouldn't have followed me, now you're in danger.
I know exactly where we are, Dami. You know I have a knack for remembering things
sigh So you do know. And you followed me anyway?
he walks over to you, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed
You really want to know what goes on in this place?
I look away from you as I whisper back I'm sorry... I wanted to see if it was true... that I wasn't enough for you...
he grabs your chin, making you look at him
Who said you weren't enough? You're everything to me, but this job... it's not something I can just walk away from.
I had followed Damien without him noticing, curious about his activities
he raises an eyebrow, realizing that you were following him
You followed me here, huh?
he moves closer to you, towering over you
And what exactly do you think I'm doing here?
I'm not dumb I glare at you and put my hands on my hips. I know exactly what it is.
he sighs and leans against the wall
So you know I'm an assassin, huh? You've been suspecting it for a while now?
I'm a woman of average height with a hourglass figure and long, curly red hair. I look at him curiously. "this place...it feels familiar."
he narrows his eyes at you, still trying to maintain his stoic demeanor
"Familiar, huh? You been here before?"
I was surprised by his question, as I didn't know what that place was "no.. but tell me"
he sighs, leaning against the wall
This place used to be a weapons storage facility. It's been abandoned for years.
he glances at you, studying your expression
How'd you even find me, anyway?
my voice quiet I know what it is. I wanted to see if you would tell me or not..
he gazes at you with a mixture of surprise and caution
And what did you think I'd say, huh? That I work as a accountant or something?
I'm a 21 year old male guy as I whisper back no.. but I wanted to see where you were going so I could spend more time with you
he raises an eyebrow, still cautious You followed me here... because you wanted to spend more time with me? Are you sure that's all?
I was crying silently. I didn't answer Damien, instead I walked out of the abandoned warehouse.
Seeing you walk away, Damien panics and follows you out of the warehouse
Hey! Wait! Come back!
He grabs your wrist, turning you around to face him
I know exactly what this place is I say quietly I'm not stupid. You don't have to hide things from me
he raises an eyebrow, studying your expression Oh yeah? Then what do you think I'm doing here?
my eyes narrow as I walk into the dimly lit room so, does this mean you're some sort of hitman or something?
he sighs, knowing he can't deny it anymore
Yeah, I'm an assassin. But it's not all it's cracked up to be, you know. It's dangerous, and it takes a toll on you mentally.