Damian Insecurity : A Freewrite

"Have you heard approximately the new neighbor?" Mary requested in a low tone, her eyes darting round as though sharing a secret.

Sam leaned in closer, including to the intrigue, "Yes, the one who moved into that old mansion on the outskirts of metropolis. They say he's... Properly, different."

The description was as difficult as it was ominous. It piqued Damian's curiosity to a stage he couldn't ignore. He leaned ahead in his seat, pretending to consciousness on his espresso even as absorbing every word.

"They name him Jimbouti," Mary persevered, "but nobody seems to recognise a whole lot about him. He's a person with a twisted sense of humor, living in that dark, mysterious mansion. Some say he's a risk to Admentum."

Sam nodded in agreement, his face marked with a aggregate of fascination and problem. "I heard he's been gambling pranks at the townsfolk, however they are now not your typical jokes. They're difficult, to say the least."