Alas, the man punching Dampe in the face was merely the last figment of the mans imagination, as Dame was never was hit, a passing thought to the man's soul had been consumed by Dampe. "That little pest won't bother you an longer" He said as he turned to Sherry, kneeling down next to her, the soulless husk of that man now lying dead on the ground behind him.<br/><br/>"Now come....become my prisoner...." He said to her, making a black collar and leash appear in his hand, with dark green decorations around the leash which resembled vines.