I closed Brandon's door with an almost sad smile on my face. He thought I was praying. It was laughable.

Of all of us, it was generally assumed that Brandon was the most ruthless. He had a presence that was commanding, we all did, but he made sure to make people cower from his. He was unfeeling, uncaring to a ridiculous level, and he made sure no one got in the way of what he wanted.

But few people knew what he was, deep down. Hard-headed, obstinate and disturbingly simple sometimes. It was almost heart breaking.

In less than thirty minutes of conversation he had made countless errors already. We...