As Disturbed's 'Ten Thousand Fists' played on in his ears, Damian gazed upon the house and studied it carefully. The house looked as abandoned as it was, broken and spooky to the Average Joe. To Damian, it was just a house that badly needed to either be torn down or fixed up. Something was in one of the windows, but as he went to see what it was the... thing was gone. His eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. He looked down at the people who he mostly called his... friends... he couldn't hear a word they said, but their lips moved and he made out Josive's question. "I'm just here because everyone else is..." He said, softly, his first words since he woke up that morning. His parents never spoke to him, except a few 'good morning' grunts when he entered the kitchen, while they focused on work and conversing about the newspaper. He never responded, just sitting down to eat and then leave, without even a goodbye.

He pushed that thought from his mind and sighed to himself. He was with his... friends, so he could be more social and open, right? Oddly, the thought scared him more than staying quiet... so he didn't say much after that line. He followed when the house was entered. It smelled as old as he knew it was, but that didn't bother him so much. Before long he [i]felt[/i] as the door slammed shut and saw the little girl appear before them. Somehow, he heard her, despite the screaming of his music in his ear, and she wasn't loud or anything, just heard through the music despite it all.

[Center][color=9e0b0f]"You better hide~"[/color][/Center]

And then she was gone, instantly.

Damian remained poker faced through the entire thing. [b]"...Really?"[/b] He shook his head. [b]"A bloody little girl? How tasteless... Could at least put some effort into it..."[/b] His thoughts were a lot more bold than he allowed his voice to be. He moved rather than talked, and as Wanaka voiced that she was moving forward, obviously frightened, he walked past, with slow, deliberate, measured steps that allowed him to study his surroundings, swinging the flashlight back and forth slowly to survey the room and the others around it. His thoughts wandered, and he reflected that the granola bar in his backpack wouldn't hold him over the entire night. That's how long they had to stay there, right? Yeah. He desperately hoped someone else had food, as the thought of being stuck there hungry discouraged him more than the little girl did... for now.