【Fanfic Sketch - Short Fragment】The Emerald Green（Damon）

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This piece is an impromptu sketch by the author

The author is not a native English speaker.

No guarantee of accuracy in every setting/detail

No guarantee of complete no OOC (Out of Character)

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“Because it elevates your voice above everyone else's.”
Damon returned to his room, closing the door that could never be locked—no, not that influencer's room, his own. Suddenly, he felt utterly sick of that garish, stupid, noisy pink room.
He stood in his room, looking at the overwhelming green.
The green was the same as his eyes, the green was the same as the serpentine-patterned tie his parents had hand-sewn for him.
The green chosen by the Mastermind.

Damon's gaze swept across the room, settling on the podium.
It was an ordinary podium, just like the countless others he'd seen in the endless competitions he'd come and gone from.
Nothing particularly special about it, naturally, nothing worth lingering on.


—What did he mean, ‘Because it elevates your voice above everyone else's.’?
Couldn't that guy see why I was doing this?
If it didn't instigate discussions that were valuable for society, I wouldn't be pursuing it!
That guy understood nothing.
Damon stared at the podium, fixed in place by the Mastermind, drowning alone in the emerald green.

Yes, that stupid lawyer understood nothing.
He had no clue what he was talking about, just like always.

He should have left this boring nonsense behind long ago, Damon thinks. Such baseless talk—not even meeting the most mediocre arguments he'd ever encountered.

Damon looked away again.
In the custom-made green room, everything was silent.