Before he even moved from where he originally stood, Damon felt a hand on his shoulder. He shuddered at the touch.

“You, I wouldn’t advise leaving. Don’t be stupid”

Damon turned to see that the voice belonged to the girl who had sat next to Zack (he resolved to call him that, because that was the first name he introduced himself with). She was kind of pretty, but had a haunted look about her. He looked behind her at the guards. They were looking over cautiously, but weren’t moving to intervene. “Why should I listen to you?” he questioned her. What would she know? She must be crazy, she had to be dragged in for Christ’s sake.