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Life for Brandon continued to grow more and more dark as he mentally argued with himself. His powers had split his mind into at least five different fragments, and all of them were different sides of his personality. However, one was growing more powerful than the others: Evil.

Of course, Shadows can't go long without straying to the path of evil; it's in their nature. However, so is self harm. The ends of Brandon's coat was torn in multiple places, making it look more like a tattered cape than a jacket. Every meal was brought to him by the same female officer, who placed it in the opening of the cell door and then closed the hatch. Shadow tendrils would grab the food and bring it towards Brandon.

Gabriel would receive another call from the cops. "That guy you made us put in that special room is going insane, somewhat. IT's difficult to explain, so here..just listen to a recording from last night." with that, the officer put the phone on speaker, and then played the recording:

"You don't need to deal with this shit food. You can kill, and get the best food around."

"But, what if we get on the radar of SOLO?"

"No body really cares about him. He never shows his true face, and the name is passed from person to person."

"That's true, but still..."

"There's nothing to stop you. We could kill SOLO, become him, and have the city at our fingertips."

The tape stopped there, and The officer spoke again. "His conversations with himself last for hours like that, but he never moves from that chair he's in." The officer explained. "What do you think our best course of action would be? We're not equipped to hold him back at this point."