Could I Fail?

The night had been great for Damian. He had rested near the fireplace, covered in a fur blanket that kept him warm during the cold night. The place brought him a different feeling, a cozy one, but he knew he had to focus. He had people to kill, and one to kidnap.

Damian got up from his bed and left his room, looking for the kitchen or somewhere to grab something to eat. He looked through the massive windows on the corridors, seeing the bright sun in the sky, signaling that it was almost noon.

'I slept a lot,' he thought.

It was not as cold as during the night, but Damian still needed to walk around wearing his fur cloak. Once he arrived in the kitchen area, Lucas was already there, eating.

"Hey, Damian!" Lucas said, waving the moment he saw Damian.

"Woke up earlier than me," Damian said, sitting next to Lucas.

Lucas chuckled. "That's because you're getting old."