Bunnyman gasped, barely conscious, blood dripping from his nose and mouth.
Every punch from Mr. Crow felt like being hit by a train.
The shadows were worse—clawing, dragging, taunting with every motion.
He couldn't move anymore.
A foot slammed into his gut, sending him skidding across the cracked road.
Mr. Crow laughed. "This is what the city's protector looks like now? Pathetic."
The shadows moved closer again.
Suddenly—
CRACK!
A punch came from the side, straight into Mr. Crow's face, launching him back.
Deadknight stood tall, body bruised and suit torn—but his eyes were still burning with fire.
He pulled Bunnyman to his feet. "Come on, man. You're not done yet."
Bunnyman coughed. "Lady Tape… where…?"
"She's resting," Deadknight said quickly, eyes scanning the shadows. "I told her to stay back. She's done enough."
Bunnyman nodded weakly. "Thanks…"
Then Deadknight stepped forward, his fists clenched as shadows circled him. "What the hell are these things?"
Bunnyman leaned against a wall. "There's no time… Just know they're real. Not in your head."
Deadknight didn't flinch. "Then I'll treat 'em like anything else that bleeds."
He charged.
The fight was brutal.
Deadknight tore through shadows with raw strength, smashing some into walls, throwing others through parked cars.
But they kept coming. Endless. Writhing.
And Mr. Crow wasn't holding back either—his riot drug-fueled body was fast, relentless.
Every time Deadknight blocked a punch, a shadow would claw at his side. Every time he landed a hit, another tendril whipped across his back.
He was getting overwhelmed.
"I can't hit them all!" he shouted.
Bunnyman gritted his teeth. "Then don't… Focus on Mr. Crow!"
"What?"
"He's the user. The source. If we take him down… maybe the shadows die too!"
Deadknight hesitated—then nodded.
He ducked a strike and charged Mr. Crow, ignoring the shadows biting into his arms and legs.
For the first time, Mr. Crow was pushed back.
A punch to the jaw.
A knee to the gut.
A tackle straight into a wall.
"You're done!" Deadknight yelled, holding him there.
But then—
The air went cold.
Mr. Crow looked up, grinning despite the blood on his face.
"You think that was all I had?"
He raised both arms.
And the world around them…
Changed.
Every dark corner.
Every alley.
Every streetlight's shadow.
Came alive.
Hundreds of shadow creatures slithered, crawled, and rose from every direction.
A flood.
Bunnyman's eyes widened. "No…"
Mr. Crow whispered, "Let's see if you can survive the real nightmare."