You decide to sit with him...

You walk back into the bedroom and sit down on the end of his bed. He watches with a surprised expression as you turn to face him.

"Okay, Damien. Tell me everything." You try to smile reassuringly and he looks to the window once more. He seemed to have a habit of doing that when he felt nervous.

Damien sat up, adjusting himself so that he sat cross-legged. He exhales, looking uncertain of what to say as he thought. Eventually, he responded. "Alright... everything... uh... so my name is Damien. I'm not sure what my surname is, but the maid called me Damien Mayhew. I guess that's my name... uh... anyway... I woke up here about... three days ago. I didn't have anything with me but a bag of computer stuff, including speakers. That's it."

"You didn't go out of your room?" You question him. "Not even to see if there were any other people?"

He shakes his head. "N-no. I didn't think it'd be safe out there. I mean, the maids are kinda intimidating... to me, at least. I didn't want to go out there and meet someone even scarier... what if I was attacked by someone?"

You couldn't help but quietly laugh at his, to be honest, **** worries. Yet as you laughed, you saw an expression of embarrassment on his face. You tried to cover your laughter by pretending to cough and then the room goes silent.

Shit, you think, feeling sorry for him, I hope he isn't upset by that... he just seems to worry so much about this place... I mean, I'm scared but not to that extent.

"Have you tried to escape yet?" He queried, ending the awkward silence.

You thought for a few moments, furrowing your brow. "Well... I was going to and then decided to look in the rooms. Just to see if there was anyone who knew much more than I did."

The silence returns as he gives you a nod in acknowledgement. His shyness seemed to be one of his most obvious traits. Whilst it made talking to him slightly awkward, you still found it quite cute and endearing.