Grand exit?
The sickening bright silver rectangular tag on the door, which read 'Ramon Fernandez', made Damian roll his eyes in disdain.
His fingers pushed and pulled at the door, eventually opening it and walking inside. A loud clunking noise came from behind him, followed by the sound of the door shutting.
"I was starting to think you had forgotten about your old team." Ramon lay in his chair, a knowing smile on his perfectly sculpted face.
His dark brown hair, neatly styled into a short, spiky mop, framed the left half of his face, giving it a distinct masculine appearance. The right side of his face was bare. His golden brown eyes stared blankly at Damian, his attention solely focused on him.
"Old team?" Damian inquired, his voice low and filled with hatred.
"Sure, they were once your colleagues," Ramon continued, his voice softening. "But now... it's time for new beginnings, my boy."