Damien Thorn was not really amused by his current predicament. He liked being in control of his situation? And this? It was so much the opposite of that. Falling into a portal and being elsewhere. But fortunately.. he was good at adapting to sudden things. He was thinking he could find some positive aspect. An opportunity? So long as it allowed him to grow in power, influence, and money, he was all for that. It was unfortunate that it happened on the night of his 21st birthday. He had just had a fun night in the club and was on his way to the second meeting, a private place to meet his followers for a second celebration. Probably another initiation or rite to do with his destiny. Or maybe it was for some of his followers to volunteer their complete loyal service to him, or it could be that he had to go through some motions to officially welcome some new recruits into the fold. Regardless, he was no longer there. He was here.. wherever here was.
It was a mess. Chaos, looting, fear, anger abounded. Now that was mildly pleasing, he thought to himself. He'd bet his father was having a field day here. Glorious. However, he would have liked to be home in Chicago. It had been his birthday after all. But where was this place? And the date? It could no longer be June 6th. He needed to find out more. He should probably find a better area. Wearing his fancy suit, someone may mug him for it. Ohh, just let them try, he thought with a chuckle. That would be their last moment. Or he could give it away in return for a favor later on. But he had to find a suitable place. So he began to walk once more, heading into the direction of lights in the east..