PMDamiann

Setting: A dimly lit room, the glow of a computer screen casting shadows across scattered notes and an untouched coffee cup. Outside, the faint sound of rain taps against the window, muffling the distant hum of the city.

Damian sits slouched in his chair, staring at his monitor. Notifications flood his screen—comments, messages, and tags from viewers demanding a response to the scandal surrounding Potemer. His hands hover over the keyboard, trembling slightly as he rereads the messages for the hundredth time. Each one feels heavier than the last.

"Please… leave me out of this."

He buries his face in his hands, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. His mind races with thoughts of betrayal, confusion, and guilt, even though he knows he wasn’t involved. The room feels smaller, the walls closing in as the accusations and questions from his audience swirl in his head.

"I’ve been pushed around nonstop because of this. I wasn’t even fully informed about what Potemer did… How am I supposed to answer for something I barely understand myself?"

He exhales shakily, clicking through old Discord messages. Potemer’s name is still visible in the chat history, but the connection feels like a distant memory now. The rain outside intensifies, mirroring the storm in his heart.

Turning back to his camera, Damian hesitates before pressing record. His voice wavers as he begins to speak, hoping to finally address the situation and find some peace.

"To everyone asking—yes, I knew Potemer, but I had no idea what he was capable of. I’ve cut ties with him completely. Please understand… I’m just as shocked and hurt as you are."

The recording ends, but the stress remains. He leans back in his chair, staring at the rain-streaked window, wishing he could rewind time to a simpler, quieter day.