Personality
I looked at Shawn peering into the large mirror that blocked between the room where we were watching and the room where Damon was inside with a Psychiatrist. From where we were standing we could hear the two talking.

Damon was wearing a white gown, while two men were behind him.

"How old are you?" The female Psychiatrist asked him.

"12." Damon replied coldly, I handed Shawn the mineral water I was holding, he immediately accepted it and then looked at Damon again.

"How many years have you been experiencing the things you told me?" The woman asked Damon.

"Since I was 10 years old." Damon replied coldly, no emotion on his face. I crossed my arm and leaned back in the chair.

Yesterday Damon and Shawn and I went to the house of the Psychiatrist in front of Damon today, Damon was determined to lose Achaz so even at dawn we did not leave the doctor.

"Do you remember anything when Achaz came out?" The doctor asked Damon.

"Sometimes there isn't, sometimes there is." Damon replied.

After what h
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