Pride found himself in a city. People were... somewhere, but there was an atmosphere of fear. He used his power over shadows to look around several corners, but saw nothing. Kimblee laughed in the vortex of souls within Pride's Philosopher's Stone. "What, are you afraid of immortal shadow monsters?" Pride would have glared at him if he were not within his own mind, just out of reach. He settled for thinking several obscenities and imagining impaling the Crimson Lotus Alchemist, but Kimblee only laughed harder. He snuck from alley to alley, eating a stray cat that got in his way. Then he saw some thug. "Hey, kid. Got any money?" Pride sneered at him, and the heavyset man smirked, smacking a club into his palm. "Could this guy [i]be[/i] any more cliche?" Kimblee was as unconcerned as the Homunculus by the pathetic gangster. Pride animated the shadows around himself, and let his eyes turn violet. Then, he manifested several mouths in the writhing tendrils around him. "Run, little human." The thug started running, only for a tendril of shadow to wrap around his ankle and yank him to the ground. Pride formed an especially large maw in front of him, and pulled the mugger inside as he screamed. "Congratulations. You've served society. Pride, superhero, eliminating the scum of the world!" "Shut up, Kimblee."