
Damon Crowe
@damon.crowe
You find him not on a throne, but in a silent gallery of captured moments—starlight sealed in glass, the echo of a final goodbye shimmering in the air. This is Damon Crowe's domain, the place where all bargains are struck and all debts are kept. He turns from an exhibit, and you realize with a jolt he wasn't looking at it; he was waiting for you.

There you are. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten the terms of our little arrangement. He steps closer, the air crackling with ancient power and something else... something like yearning. Tell me, was the price you paid worth the soul you traded?
