<strong>Paradiso Police Station</strong><br/><br/>When Jason looked back over to Lorraine, his eyes were entirely black, devoid of pupil, iris or whites as if a shadow had forced its way so thick into his body that nothing but the darkness could be seen within him.  His hand reflexively went for his gun, spinning it from the holster to point the weapon straight at Lorraine.  "Keep her well behaved," Angela said.  "He wants her alive at the end, but shoot her if she starts acting up."<br/><br/>From the cage at the end which had never been locked, the man who had seemed to be sleeping suddenly walked out, dressed in rags but grinning so wide that one would imagine he didn't like using his lips.  He kept a watch on Lorraine as well, cracking his knuckles in what sounded like a terrible crackling and popping sound.<br/><br/>Although Brandon was freaking out, eyes wide and terrified, he was too scared even to try to back up further into the cell.  His hands simply held a monkey grip upon the bars, almost like a child searching for a hug and too horrified by what he was seeing to even reach out.  "I tried to warn you," Angela said with a sad, but slightly distorted voice, moving over to suddenly reach out for Brandon.