<div style="text-align: justify;">The fact that Damian was already looking in her direction before she had even opened the door made Missie feel even more uneasy. Her sense of self preservation once again demanded that she left that place. Of course, she would have, if only there was a way of doing it. As there wasn’t - at least for now, Missie had to find other ways of keeping herself safe.<br/><br/>Marcel was not a possibility there. It was clear that he only meant more danger. Damian seemed to have much more control than his master - if he even needed it at all. So, Missie decided she would try for answers with him.<br/><br/>Nodding at the butler’s words, the girl walked to the couch and sat down, her gaze never moving away from Damian’s. “How many others like Marcel are there?”, she asked, straight forward as usual. “And do I need to fear that they will also feed off of me?”. After these questions, Missie fell silent and rested her hands on her lap, just waiting for an answer.</div>