The shadows began to dissolve, one by one.
Each dark mass that once screamed and clawed at the city faded back into the cracks, alleyways, and broken windows they had crawled from—returning to wherever Mr. Crow had summoned them from.
The night was finally quiet.
Deadknight stood tall, bleeding but steady. Bunnyman lowered his flaming stick, staring at the unconscious Mr. Crow on the ground.
"…He knows who I am," Bunnyman muttered.
Deadknight turned to him. "Then we can't let him live."
Bunnyman hesitated. "We can hand him to the police—keep him locked away. Forever."
"He knows your face." Deadknight said firmly. "You think they'll protect your secret? Or stop him when he escapes?"
"I… I can't kill him," Bunnyman whispered.
Deadknight stared for a second—then without another word, grabbed Mr. Crow by the head and neck—
SNAP.
The body dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.
"We'll tell the police it was necessary," Deadknight said coldly. "To save the city."
Bunnyman didn't respond.
Together, they limped back to Lady Tape, still lying where she'd collapsed. Bunnyman gently shook her shoulder.
"It's over." he whispered
She groaned, slowly opening her eyes. "We win…?"
"Yeah," Deadknight replied. "We won."
The three of them stood together, looking toward the horizon. The first rays of sunlight pierced through the grey Devil's Side sky.
The war was finally over.
Bunnyman quietly slid his mask back on just as people began emerging from their homes. Civilians stared at the destruction—burned-out cars, cracked roads, buildings reduced to rubble.
Then they saw Bunnyman. Deadknight. Lady Tape.
Some gasped. Others pointed. And then—
Cheering.
But then came the sirens. Police vehicles pulled up around them.
"Hands in the air! You're all under arrest!"
The crowd began to protest. "They saved us!" "Leave them alone!" "They fought for the city!"
The officers hesitated, surrounded by angry but grateful citizens.
One stepped forward. "We… still need answers. What happened here?"
Deadknight stepped up. "Mr. Crow poisoned the city with a riot drug. He was going to burn Devil's Side to the ground. We didn't have a choice."
The police were silent. The citizens kept watching.
And then—without another word—the three vigilantes were gone.
Disappeared into the maze of the city.
They arrived at a quiet apartment in the slums.
Leon's home.
One by one, they removed their suits. Masks came off. Bruises showed. Real faces returned.
Lady Tape leaned on the wall, exhausted. "We're gonna need new suits. These are done for."
Deadknight chuckled faintly. "Worth it."
Leon disappeared into the next room, finally ready to rest, to breathe—to check on Ivy.
He stepped into her room.
"Ivy?" he said softly.
She was lying peacefully under the blanket.
He walked closer.
"Ivy…? It's over. We're safe."
No response.
Leon leaned in—suddenly worried. He gently shook her shoulder.
Still nothing.
Then he placed his hand near her nose—
No breath.
His heart stopped.
"Ivy?!"
He shouted—desperate now. "Ivy!"
He ran back into the hall, panicked. "Tyler! Amy! Something's wrong! She's not breathing!"
They rushed in.