Vincent heard something crash near the prison cells. What was that, he thought. Mother had been standing next to him, wearing her usual sleeveless shirt and a pair of tight black-colored jeans. “Well don’t just stand there! Go check what the hell that was!” Vincent ran to the source of the noise. He ran past several empty prison cells before running into one that had its door thrown into a wall, a giant dent engulfing it. Beside it, he saw a shirtless person. Crow… His right arm had been engulfed by darkness, black in appearance. The darkness was spreading at a rapid pace, engulfing part of his chest and moving up to his face. He was walking toward Vincent, a glare full of bloodlust on his face. This can’t be happening! He’s possessed by his demon! How is that even possible? Cr

