The cold wind blew across the street as Mr. Crow crouched beside Bunnyman.
With a smug smile, he pulled off the white mask.
His eyes narrowed.
"…Huh."
The face underneath was bruised, bloodied… but unmistakably young.
"A kid?" Mr. Crow muttered, genuinely surprised. "You're just a damn kid…"
Bunnyman didn't respond. Barely conscious, his eyes twitched under swollen lids.
"Doesn't matter," Mr. Crow said coldly.
He grabbed the boy by the neck—and with his free fist, slammed punch after punch into his face.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
"Where's your strength now?" Mr. Crow sneered.
Bunnyman's fingers twitched. His vision blurred. He couldn't lift his arms. He could barely breathe.
He just took the hits.
Meanwhile—
A block away, the battle raged on.
Lady Tape was crawling across the ground, one leg bent unnaturally. Blood trickled down her forehead. She used her last strength to grab Rex's leg with her tape, trying to slow him down.
Deadknight stood, chest heaving, eyes locked on the monster.
Rex.
He looked like something out of a nightmare—bulkier than ever, skin rippling with drug-induced power.
Deadknight roared and charged, punching with everything he had. He moved faster than ever. Every move was brutal, trained, refined—
And yet… Rex barely staggered.
Deadknight's jaw clenched. "He just won't break…"
Back in the alley—
Bunnyman coughed blood as Mr. Crow loomed over him, preparing to strike again.
But then—
A voice. Hoarse, raw, but defiant.
"You… you stole my sister's memory…"
Mr. Crow paused mid-punch.
He tilted his head. "Your sister?"
He thought for a moment. "Hmm… can't say I remember."
Then he smirked. "But that does sound like something I'd do."
That was it.
The spark.
The trigger.
Bunnyman's eyes widened with rage.
With sudden force, he sank his teeth into Mr. Crow's arm—the one holding his neck.
"AGH—!!" Mr. Crow screamed, pulling back.
Bunnyman dropped to the ground, gasping—and then with a surge of fury, he pounced.
He scratched, clawed, and punched—tearing into Mr. Crow's face.
Blood splattered the pavement. Mr. Crow stumbled, holding his now-scarred, ruined face.
"You little animal!!"
Enraged beyond reason, Mr. Crow pulled out a black vial from his coat.
The riot drug.
He looked Bunnyman in the eyes, face twitching with fury.
"Merry Christmas."
He injected it into his own neck.
The syringe hissed.
His veins pulsed black.
And everything went quiet.