The streets of Devil's Side were unrecognizable.
People screamed, fought, laughed, wept—some ran into cars, others attacked lamp posts or threw bricks into nothing. The riot drug had swallowed the city whole.
Bunnyman sprinted through the crowd, ducking and weaving as a man lunged at him with a metal rod. He shoved him aside and kept moving.
Behind him, Lady Tape flipped and swung through the chaos, trying to subdue as many as she could without hurting them too badly. But it wasn't enough.
Deadknight pushed through a crowd of rioters like a tank, but even he was starting to look overwhelmed.
"They won't stop!" Lady Tape yelled, pinning a crazed woman to the ground. "They don't even hear us!"
"They're too strong!" Deadknight growled, barely holding off three at once.
Bunnyman took one more look at the madness around them and clenched his fists.
"We need to go back to the island," he said suddenly.
Lady Tape looked up, confused. "What?"
"This… all of this started from there," he said. "If we're going to save the city—we fix it at the root."
Deadknight didn't argue. "Let's go."
Far above the city, atop a tall tower, Mr. Crow watched the chaos unfold like a god admiring his own creation.
The riot drug had worked flawlessly.
Rex stood beside him, silent.
"They're beautiful," Mr. Crow whispered. "Each one of them revealing what they hide every day."
Then, his eyes narrowed behind his hat's shadow.
"Find the three vigilantes," he ordered coldly. "I want them delivered to me broken."
Rex gave a nod before leaping from the building and vanishing into the night.
Back at the island—
The docks were quiet, but not for long.
Bunnyman leapt off the arriving boat, followed by Deadknight and Lady Tape. Within seconds, they were ambushed by guards.
But this time, they didn't hold back.
Deadknight was a blur of punches and slams. Lady Tape wrapped and flung guards like ragdolls. Bunnyman dodged bullets and knocked men out with bone-breaking precision.
Within minutes, the facility was theirs.
They stormed the lab and kicked open the main door—inside, a frightened scientist scrambled to hide.
Deadknight grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall. "What the hell is this drug?!"
"T-The Riot Drug," the man stammered. "It was designed to strip away people's control, their moral filter—it's chaos in a gas!"
"Where's the cure?" Bunnyman asked.
The scientist swallowed. "There is no cure. But it wears off by morning."
"Morning?" Lady Tape repeated, her voice sharp. "The whole city will burn before sunrise."
Deadknight let the scientist drop. "Then we stop them—forcefully."
"There is one thing," the scientist said, coughing. "The sedative… the one we used on you three. A weaker drug. If it's released across the city, it can suppress the riot effects. Not cure it, but weaken everyone until the original drug wears off."
Bunnyman looked at Lady Tape and Deadknight. "That's our shot."
Then he turned to the scientist again. "Where's Mr. Crow?"
"I… I think he's already in Devil's Side," the man said.
Bunnyman's jaw clenched. "Of course he is."
He walked toward the map on the wall and pointed to the old delivery system.
"We'll do the same thing he did," Bunnyman said. "We'll spread the weaker drug. Calm them down—buy us time."
Deadknight nodded. "Then we find Mr. Crow. And finish this."