"Haha!" Alex laughed as his deepest fear took shape across from him.
It was him, ruined. A malnourished Alex stood before him, shield cracked. The scars on the gear were bad, but the thin frame was worse; his bear-like bulk was gone.
"So weak," Alex shouted, then charged and slammed into his double. His new shield snapped a spear forward and drove it through the humanoid, dropping it.
"What I fear is becoming weak enough to be abandoned by Don Capo! This kind of me couldn't even look at Don Capo's back, let alone stand in front of him! Of course I'd rather kill myself than be defeated by some fucking monsters or stupid Rankers! Haha!"
Alex's shadow separated from him. "You fool," it said. "You know who's the unluckiest person in Don Capo's Sixteen?"
"Yeah, me," Alex said.
