Taking back the information he received to the council, Damien stepped into the building. The white walls standing clean which were now surrounded by snow. The council building was always busy at this hour of the day until the night would start to fall down. His shoes clacking on the marble floor as he made his way towards one of the head rooms.
Knocking the door, he turned the knob of the door in time when the person on the other side of the room asked to come in.
"Councilman Damien," said the man who sat behind the desk.
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