Depth Level 3, South Side
The Shadow held Harrison's head in a tight grip.
He tried to break free.
It was useless.
His Shadow continued to contaminate him.
Harrison's consciousness blurred.
He was being overtaken by the Shadow.
Losing himself to it.
'I can't…fall… here.'
Harrison struggled to keep his eyes open.
A single mistake was about to cost him his life.
The Shadow would replace him and no one would ever realize the original Harrison was long gone.
'I don't want that.'
His chest heaved.
"Don't… fuck… with me!"
He grabbed the Shadow's wrist with a last surge of strength and tried to flip it over.
The Shadow scoffed.
It didn't budge.
As Harrison's Shadow, it always knew what he could and would do.
There was no way Harrison was going to win against it.
Maybe, he shouldn't have insisted on fighting his Shadow alone and asked for someone's help.
