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Sherlock had no time to think, as he dove into the mirror of greed and selfishness. As one would expect, it was a dark stone hall, with walls decorated with gold and silver. Although it was a dimly lit area, the blind idiot started smoking.

Didn’t he know that would ruin his lungs?

“So, what do you think is up ahead?”

“Who knows dimwit.” Sherlock thought to himself before saying. “Hard to say idiot.”

“That was rude and uncalled for.”

“I’m not here to be nice. I’m here to survive.” Sherlock sighed. “I don’t care if it was uncalled for. I’ve said it and I will gladly say it again to any of you morons.”

Sherlock didn’t care about any of these people. He wasn’t ever going to see any of them again after this.

While the group moved on, a shadowy man appeared. He seemed more like a silhouette, as he asked Sherlock. “What was I to you?”

“The Chief? How was the Chief here?“ Sherlock opened his mouth to speak, when Amnesia’s voice rang in his head.

“Tell the truth and accept your greed and selfishness.”

There was a pause between the Chief and Sherlock. What was the Chief of Police to Sherlock, aside from a thorn in his side every day in his life?

“Be honest with yourself and everyone else. You know the truth.” 

Hoping he was giving the correct answer, Sherlock spoke. “A burden and obstacle I used to gain sucess.”

Sherlock didn’t care what the others thought of him. He wasn’t was a good person. Never was. He had manipulated several people to be successful. He had blackmailed people whenever he found it necessary.

<b>”……. That is correct. You used me to acquire the life you have now.” </b>

The shape vanished, leaving Sherlock unaffected. “So, this is the test? Face a person we knew and admit our selfish desires?” 

It seemed about right. The Chief only made it difficult for Sherlock to do things his way. The consultant detective’s methods always brought results, but the fool always got in the way.

“Wow, I really am selfish and greedy. Surprise.” Sherlock sarcastically thought.

He knew he would do anything to survive. That was the life he lived. Bending people to his own will. Surely, that was who he was.

“I really am pathetic.”