Damon
Being trapped isn't that bad, as long as you can see daylight.
Damon we meet...
At his darkest hour, after he turned himself into the police. The holding cell was crowded with about twelve or thirteen men some wearing street cloths, others draped in tan jumpsuits. One by one they were called out by name, taken out of the cell dressed in street clothes and returned wearing the jumpsuit. Damon was aware he would be called soon, but he hoped for a miracle. He hoped someone would bail him out, he knew that wasn't going to happen. So he sat right next to a sick feign, ignoring the mans unanswered pleas to the guard for help, staring out at the iron gates waiting for his name to be called.