The Bad Boy statue loomed over the group like a silent guardian of the eerie, desolate street. Its menacing posture and chipped stone features seemed to mock their predicament. Tyler White stood at the forefront, his sharp eyes scanning the materials in his hands. Behind him, Rabbit Kyla and Human Kyla prepared their gear, while Brolin paced impatiently.
"We're running out of time, Tyler," Brolin muttered, his voice low but urgent. "Are you sure this is going to work?"
"Trust me," Tyler replied, pulling a few items from his storage device. He glanced at his watch, flipping through some documents.
"What are you looking at?" Brolin asked, his tone laced with doubt.
"I've only heard about this technique," Tyler admitted. "I'm reading the instructions to make sure I get it right."
"It's over... everything's over," Brolin groaned, throwing his hands in the air.