Zara pulled Amara into a quiet alley, the market's chaos fading. "We need the antidote – the Songbird's true song."
Amara's eyes lit up. "Echo might know."
They messaged Echo: "Need the Songbird's true song. Professor's got us."
Echo replied: "Old radio station, Ikoyi. Midnight. Come solo."
Zara turned to Amara. "You heard him. You going?"
Amara nodded, determined. "We'll both go."
Night fell. They reached Ikoyi, the radio station looming.
Inside, Echo waited, headphones on. "Play this." He handed a vinyl.
The Songbird's voice filled the air, soaring...
The Professor's grip on their minds loosened. Memories snapped back.
Amara smiled, sharp . "Time to take him down."
The Professor appeared on screen 👓. "You won't stop me."
Zara leaned in. "Game over."
The Professor's eyes widened as his control shattered. "No..."
The city breathed free