25th December – Evening
Devil's Side was glowing.
Snowflakes drifted lazily through the sky, blanketing the city in white. Twinkling lights danced on rooftops, windows, and storefronts. Laughter echoed from open bars and busy sidewalks. It was Christmas—Devil's Side had rarely looked so peaceful.
But beneath that calm… chaos waited.
Deep inside an undisclosed facility, far from the celebration, Mr. Crow stood before a large operations map. His black-gloved fingers traced the red-marked locations one by one, the corners of his mouth twitching in satisfaction.
Rex stood beside him, arms crossed, silent and cold.
Mr. Crow didn't turn to him when he spoke.
"Are the bombs ready?"
"They're planted. Every one of them. All over the city," Rex answered.
A soft, satisfied chuckle escaped Mr. Crow's throat.
"Perfect. Let the city enjoy their last breath of normal."
He stepped away from the map, walking to the large window that overlooked the snowy shoreline. The distant lights of Devil's Side shimmered like a dream.
"A new age begins tonight," he whispered.
Nightfall
A church bell rang in the distance as the clock struck 9 PM.
Suddenly—one after another—small explosions echoed across the city. They weren't loud. No buildings collapsed. No fires erupted.
Instead, strange colored smoke began seeping from the rooftops, sewers, alleyways, and parked vehicles. Red. Blue. Purple. The air changed. A faint shimmer drifted through the city like a spell.
People screamed—not from pain, but confusion.
People began to fight violently with eachother and they have become powerfull and destructive.
The drug was in the air now—everywhere.
High above the city, Bunnyman stood on the edge of a rooftop, watching it all unfold.
Lady Tape stood just behind him, her arms crossed, eyes narrowed.
Deadknight remained still, silent, but his hand gripped the hilt of his weapon tightly.
"What the hell is happening down there?" Lady Tape asked, breaking the silence.
Bunnyman didn't answer. He couldn't.
He just kept watching the streets below as chaos bloomed like wildfire—without flame.
They didn't know what this was yet.
But they knew one thing—
It had begun.
And they were already too late.