Chaos in Ectiviland

- "A robbery in Ectiviland turns into total chaos because of Loyd Adams, will there be anyone who can stop him?" -

A secretary walked down the hallway of a building, a space with grey walls and cold light that seemed to encompass the entire place. The sound of her footsteps echoed in the silence of that impersonal environment. When she reached the office door, she knocked briefly before opening it.

Inside, there was an agent, a man in his 30s with perfectly coiffed brown hair, sitting relaxed in his chair. His elegant appearance contrasted with the atmosphere of the office, and although his face showed a calm expression, the beer he held in his hand made it clear that he was enjoying a short break. He was talking on the phone, closing a call.

Seeing the secretary come in, he looked up and smiled slightly.

—Don't worry, Venerica. We'll be done for today soon —he said, without taking his eyes off the phone as he hung up—. I'm giving myself a treat. What do you need?

Venerica, with a serious and worried face, approached and handed a couple of documents to the agent.

—Agent Tomasso, some anonymous subjects were caught with weapons in front of the Ectiviland bank.

The agent's face changed instantly. His relaxed expression disappeared, and he quickly set his beer down on the table. He sat up straight in his chair, staring at her.

"What?" he asked in a deep voice. "Give me proof right now."

Venerica nodded and began to display several images on the table, showing the armed men, recorded by the bank's security cameras. Tomasso observed them carefully, his eyes scanning every detail of the images. The men not only seemed to be planning something, but there was great preparation in their movements. This was not a simple robbery.

"This can't be a common robbery," he muttered to himself. "There's something much bigger behind this."

He stood up abruptly, his tone no longer that of a relaxed man, but rather that of someone completely focused on the task at hand.

"Get everything ready," he ordered. "We're going to need action. Call in the special soldiers. They'll be enough."

The secretary looked at him for a moment before quickly leaving the office to begin organizing everything necessary. Tomasso stayed a few seconds longer, looking at the images, frowning. Something big was about to happen, and he couldn't let it get away.

Inside the Ectiviland bank, the atmosphere was tense. The sound of hurried footsteps and hushed murmurs filled the air. The hostages, men and women of all ages, were kneeling on the floor, shaking in fear. Their faces were filled with dread as they watched the masked men running around the cash registers and offices, loading stacks of cash into large black bags.

Loyd Adams stood in the corner of the bank, watching everything with a cold, calculating smile. His presence, imposing and full of authority, was unmistakable. The balaclava covering his face barely allowed a glimpse of his red eyes, which shone with a disturbing malice. Beside him, one of his henchmen approached with a large bag full of money.

"Everything is going according to plan, boss," the man said, his voice tense, almost nervous from the intensity of the situation.

Loyd raised his hand, stopping the henchman before he could speak further. He turned to him slowly, his smile lingering, but his gaze calculating.

—There's no turning back, this is incredible... —he answered in a low voice, but full of authority—. We're about to get much more than money. We'll ruin Mitsuki's reputation on his first day as a prodigy. —Imagine being a super-known protector of the world and not being able to protect a bank in your city!. He says while mocking the situation and his weapon in hand.

One of the hostages, an older man, looked at Loyd's henchmen with fear and began to mutter.

—Please... don't hurt us... we have families...

Loyd turned his gaze to the older man. The expression on his face hardened, but he showed not a hint of sympathy.

"Don't worry," he said in a soft, almost friendly voice. "You won't be the first to fall… but you will be the first to understand that this place will never be the same again."

The henchmen continued with their task, emptying safes and taking out as much money as they could carry. In the opposite corner of the bank, a large map was spread out on a table. On it, various locations within Ectiviland were marked, each connected with red lines and strange symbols.

Loyd approached the table, staring intently at the map. One of his men, standing beside him, leaned over and whispered to him.

—Are you sure this won't attract too much attention faster than we want?

Loyd looked at him, his red eyes flashing with a hint of suppressed fury.

—This isn't a common robbery, got it? This isn't just about money. I need everything to be ready. I've said it before: we're here for more than that. The chaos that will come will only be the beginning, Focus.

As his men continued to work, Loyd stared at the map, his mind set on his next move. He knew it wouldn't be easy, but he was prepared to do whatever it took. The plan was already in motion, and nothing and no one would stop it.

Loyd watched his henchmen impatiently. Every second that passed seemed to make him more anxious. The constant clatter of the bags full of money only increased the tension in the air. He knew that his plan needed to be executed with precision, but he also knew that nerves could play tricks on his men. The wait was bothering him.

With a crooked smile on his face, he began to walk among the hostages, looking at them one by one. Most of them were trembling, unable to look up, expecting the worst. Some were trying to remain silent, others were barely holding back their tears.

Loyd stopped in front of a young woman, her face drenched in sweat. She looked at him, terrified, but when her eyes met his, the pressure made her look away quickly.

"Baby, where do you think you're going?" Loyd asked in a soft voice, almost as if he were joking.

The woman didn't answer. Loyd didn't expect an answer. He leaned toward her, moving closer slowly, enjoying every second of her fear.

—The worst of all, my dear, he continued, playing with the tension, is that I'm not going to kill you. I... I won't do that to you. That would be an act of mercy, wouldn't it?

The woman began to cry, but Loyd showed not the slightest sign of compassion. His laugh, low but chilling, escaped his lips as he turned to another hostage, a middle-aged man who was watching him with obvious fear.

Loyd walked over to him, his gaze fixed on the man's eyes, studying him like an animal examines its prey.

"You know what amuses me more than all this?" he said, the smile still on his face. "Watching them break, watching them shatter before they leave this world. Humans have a strange way of staying strong… but in the end, they all break."

The man visibly trembled, unsure whether he should speak or remain silent. Loyd enjoyed his indecision for a few seconds before walking past him and away a few steps.

"What a disappointment..." he commented mockingly, as he watched the henchmen continue with their work, oblivious to the spectacle he was putting on.

Loyd walked back to the map table, his gaze still fixed on the hostages, as if searching for someone to challenge him. But deep down, what he really sought was something else: the feeling of absolute power over his victims.

Every step he took, every glance he exchanged, made him feel stronger, more confident. It was as if total control over the situation fueled him, pushed him to continue forward, beyond what he had initially planned.

"Let's see what else I can do to make tonight more interesting," he muttered to himself as he went back to studying the map, no longer as concerned about the time as before.

The tension in the air instantly grew. The sound of sirens, which at first seemed distant, was rapidly approaching, letting Loyd know that his time was beginning to run out. His henchmen didn't seem fazed, but he did. His face hardened and a crooked smile appeared on his lips.

"Already?" he murmured, as if surprised at how quickly the authorities reacted. "How impatient."

He turned to one of his men, a hard-faced, muscled guy. Loyd watched him for a couple of seconds, his gaze fixed.

"Make sure those hostages don't make a sound. If they want to scream, let them do it one last time," he ordered in a low but firm tone.

The man nodded without saying a word, but his face was serious. Loyd turned around to look at the bank window. The light from the sirens illuminated the facade, reflecting off the glass. He was no fool; he knew that time was against him. Police reinforcements would arrive soon, and he couldn't let that ruin his plan.

The sounds of sirens grew louder, and the watch on his wrist ticked away. The chaos outside was starting to suffocate him, but his mind was cool and calculating. Despite the pressure, he didn't let the discomfort take over. He'd been in worse situations before, and this heist wasn't going to be any different.

A metallic sound echoed, as if a door was opening in the distance.

"Get ready everyone, my favorite part is coming," he said, his eyes shining with a mix of excitement and danger.

At that moment, one of his henchmen approached him and whispered something in his ear. Loyd frowned. The sirens weren't the only thing that was coming.

An elite police team had surrounded the bank. He knew time was running out, but he couldn't turn back now. It was too late for regrets.

"That really catches my attention," he murmured with an even wider smile, as if he were already anticipating what was to come.

In the distance, the police were preparing to enter. But before they could do anything, Loyd had given the signal. His henchmen were ready to do whatever it took to secure the exit. However, something in Loyd's eyes said it wouldn't be as easy as they thought. The game was on, and he was determined to win.

The atmosphere inside the bank became even more tense as the sirens reached their peak. The hostages, terrified and feeling the weight of the threat in the air, began to look around. Taking advantage of the chaos and the distraction of Loyd's henchmen, a couple of them, driven by desperation, decided to act.

One of them, a middle-aged man with a panicked face, ducked stealthily toward one of the back doors. No one noticed him at first. His breathing was labored, his heart pounding, but his urge to escape kept him moving. Before he could reach the door, however, one of Loyd's henchmen spotted him and fired into the air, screaming.

"Stop!" The sound of the bullet echoed like a brutal reminder of what was at stake.

But it was enough to cheer up the other hostages. A group, still terrified, ran towards the nearest exit. They screamed, pushing each other, seeking safety. At that instant, chaos broke out. The walls of the bank seemed to close in on them, and some hostages tried to take advantage of the moment of confusion to escape.

Loyd, watching from the back of the room, turned slowly. His eyes glittered with fury, but also with a kind of Machiavellian amusement.

"Really?" he said quietly, as if he found the hostages' bravery (or desperation) fascinating.

Then his tone became authoritative.

"Don't let anyone out!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the bank. At that very moment, the henchmen sprang into action, blocking the exits and firing into the air to stop those still trying to flee. But some had already succeeded.

A few hostages slipped through a side door and quickly disappeared into the crowd outside the bank. Meanwhile, others, still with fear in their eyes, tried to do the same, but the quick reaction of Loyd's henchmen made them think twice.

"It's too late," Loyd muttered, watching as the police began to surround the bank.

With a gesture, he gave his men a signal not to shoot, but to prepare. The plan was taking a different direction, but he was willing to adapt. Meanwhile, his mind was coldly calculating the next moves. The escape of the hostages, although it had infuriated him, was but a minor interruption in what he had already planned.

"This will be better than I thought," he said with a crooked smile.

At that moment, the blaring sirens and the chaos of the escaping hostages merged into a maelstrom of tension. The clock was ticking, and the battle of minds began.

Loyd watched with eerie calm as the hostages tried to escape, knowing that his plan could be in jeopardy. But when he saw that some had already managed to escape, his expression grew colder. He could not tolerate a lack of control. He was determined to put an end to this rebellion immediately.

"Everyone standing, kill them!" he ordered in a low voice, but his tone was so sharp that the henchmen understood him instantly.

There was no hesitation. Without a second's hesitation, Loyd's men began to move quickly, targeting those still standing, taking cover from the despair surrounding them. The shots were quick and accurate, the sound of the guns echoing loudly in the room, marking the end of the hostages' resistance.

The bodies of the unfortunate fell to the ground one after another, leaving a trail of death in their wake. The screams of the other hostages were drowned in the echo of the guns, while some tried to crawl on the ground to save themselves, but it was too late. The henchmen advanced, showing no mercy.

Chaos was at its peak when Loyd turned his gaze to the young girl beside him, the young girl he had spoken to earlier. She was on her knees, shaking, her face drenched in tears, but still alive. Loyd stared at her, his face expressionless.

—You... —he said, Beautiful—. You, stay here, You're the cherry on the cake.

The other hostages fell, hopeless, but the young girl, terrified, was left alive, an exception in the chaos that reigned around her. Loyd's henchmen, obeying the order, slowly retreated, while he approached the young girl.

"Don't worry, woman," he said with a crooked smile. The young girl didn't know whether she should scream or keep quiet. She was trapped in the gaze of that man who radiated danger.

As the henchmen exchanged gunfire with the police, most of them dying instantly, Loyd watched her closely, unhurriedly, almost as if he were considering what to do with her.

The room, once filled with screams and chaos, was now plunged into a macabre silence, with death everywhere and the future uncertain for those still breathing.

"Okay…" Loyd said, standing up calmly. His eyes were shining with a dangerous intensity. "Now… Let's make things even more interesting."

Loyd gripped the young woman's arm so tightly that her wrists nearly collapsed. She tried to free herself, struggling in vain, her breathing labored and her body shaking. She was terrified, but he didn't care. He dragged her toward the back exit of the bank, a narrow passageway that connected to a dark, desolate alley, far from the sight of any witnesses.

"No, please! Let me go!" the woman pleaded, her voice cracking, but Loyd ignored her completely. He didn't care about her pleas or her fear. All he cared about at that moment was escaping with his loot.

The young woman tried to look back, as if she thought that maybe someone could help her, but the hallway was empty, the patrol cars were already on the other side and the sound of the sirens getting louder and louder only intensified her desperation.

Loyd didn't stop, moving steadily forward until he reached a van parked at the end of the alley. The henchmen were already inside, waiting, ready to go. The back of the vehicle was specially modified to carry someone like him, with room to load both money and people.

"Get in!" Loyd ordered in an authoritative tone, pushing the woman towards the vehicle. She stumbled and fell inside, terrified, unable to do anything to free herself.

At that moment, Loyd turned to his henchmen and shouted with a macabre smile on his face, enjoying every word:

—I have an innocent woman with me! If they're going to chase us, they'll have to think about it very carefully. If not, they'll have to prepare for the consequences.

The sound of his voice, full of power and menace, made it clear that he was willing to do anything to make sure no one followed them. The henchmen, already nervous but used to Loyd's games, looked at each other before setting off. The engine roared and the van began to move slowly, moving away from the crime scene.

As they moved forward, the young woman's face remained marked by terror. She knew that, although she had been left alive, her life was nothing more than a game to him. Loyd had made a decision, and nothing and no one could stop him. The chaos he had unleashed was only just beginning.

The henchmen inside the van laughed, enjoying the adrenaline of the moment. The violence of the operation, the sound of sirens in the distance, everything mixed with their euphoria. Some began to toast, while others joked among themselves, not caring about the young woman who continued to cry, begging for her life.

"Please don't hurt me!" the woman screamed, her voice full of desperation, but the henchmen silenced her roughly, covering her mouth with their hands or giving her small pushes to keep her still.

Loyd, for his part, was smiling with satisfaction, enjoying the situation. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he saw something he hadn't expected.

Loyd watched with a mixture of surprise and bewilderment as the patrol car approached at high speed. What caught his attention most was not just the patrol car, but the strange occupants inside it. A hippopotamus in a police uniform was standing on the roof of the vehicle, balancing with surprising skill for its size, while attentively observing the situation. Next to him, in the passenger seat, a police chihuahua wore aviator glasses, focused and not missing a detail, as if he were completely prepared for any action.

But what worried Loyd most was the white cat at the wheel, driving furiously, with an expression of total anger, frowning as he maneuvered at high speed between the patrol cars escorting them.

Loyd's henchmen, who had previously been laughing and celebrating the escape, began to fall silent as they noticed the presence of the patrol cars approaching at high speed.

—What the hell?! —one of them muttered, unable to believe what he was seeing.

Loyd, his gaze fixed on the patrol, frowned, realizing that the situation was getting complicated. He knew that they could not be underestimated, although the scene seemed more like a comical spectacle. He could not deny that those three - the hippo, the chihuahua and the cat - did not seem to be an ordinary threat.

"Faster! Let's not let them catch up!" Loyd shouted, waving his hand in frustration. The chase was about to intensify.

The henchmen began to speed up, but as they saw that they could not stop the patrol from catching up, the tension increased. Loyd felt the adrenaline take over him, as he looked at the scene in front of them. The woman, still struggling to free herself, remained silent, scared.

The patrol car began to gain ground, and the white cat behind the wheel let out a guttural roar of frustration, as if he was ready to face anything. The Chihuahua, for his part, was completely immersed in the situation, as if he were about to jump onto the battlefield.

Loyd knew his time was running out. He couldn't underestimate them, even if the prospect seemed more like a joke than a threat. The hippo kept his balance on the roof as he prepared for the next move. This wasn't going to be easy, no matter how strange or unexpected it seemed.

"Come on, you damn animals! You have to be faster!" Loyd shouted furiously, aware that the situation could become even more dangerous.

Loyd, a cold smile on his face, pressed the young woman against the truck and drove her to the edge, right where the alley met a chasm. The young woman was shaking, her face pale with fear. Loyd held her with one hand, while the other was ready to push her if necessary.

"Listen carefully!" Loyd shouted, glaring at the hippo on the roof of the patrol car, who was already preparing to jump towards the truck.

The hippopotamus, with its large size, was about to jump, but stopped when it noticed what was happening.

"Stop!" Loyd ordered, his eyes fixed on the animal. The young woman, still crying and begging for her life, looked at the policemen, but her eyes focused on the hippo that was about to jump.

Loyd lifted her up with a force that made her scream, and put her so that her feet were touching the void. The young woman was trembling more than ever now, while a drop of sweat ran down her forehead.

"If you move forward, I'll push her." Loyd smiled wickedly, knowing the hippo had no choice but to listen to him.

The animal stopped dead, its huge body suspended in the air, so close to the edge of the truck. The Chihuahua and the cat, inside the vehicle, looked at the situation in surprise, knowing that their companion was in danger.

"You have two options!" Loyd shouted, making sure the message reached the hippo. "Stand back or the young lady will fall into the street!"

The hippo, clearly struggling with his own instinct to help, didn't move a muscle, knowing he couldn't put the life of an innocent hostage at risk.

Loyd smiled, enjoying the moment. The situation was completely in his hands. He knew that the group of policemen were in a dilemma, and that his threat was strong enough to stop them for the moment.

"Are you going to jump or just stare, buddy?" Loyd said mockingly, looking at the hippo, who stood his ground.

At that precise moment, the young woman, trembling with fear, screamed in a last desperate attempt to attract the attention of the police.

—Please! Help me!

The tension in the air was palpable. Loyd didn't seem to have any intention of giving in, and the hippo, though tense, knew he couldn't act without risking the young girl's life. The seconds ticked by like hours, and the situation was becoming more and more dangerous.

As tension mounted and Loyd held the young woman on the edge of the abyss, the Chihuahua in the passenger seat of the patrol car, tongue out and blowing in the wind, began to concentrate. With unexpected agility, he lifted his small paw and, aiming firmly at Loyd's truck, the impenetrable iron barrier immediately materialized, cutting through the air with a metallic sound.

With a cry of surprise, Loyd watched as the door of the truck, right in front of him, was blocked by a thick iron wall that emerged from nowhere, preventing the young woman from falling onto the road.

"What the fuck?!" Loyd screamed furiously, his face twisting in disbelief. The sudden change in the situation left him completely disoriented.

Loyd's henchmen, seeing that the situation was getting worse, quickly pulled out their weapons, aiming them through the windows at the patrol cars.

"Don't let those bastards come closer!" Loyd ordered, now surrounded by chaos. But the surprise of the iron barrier was only the beginning.

The hippopotamus, without thinking twice, took advantage of the distraction and made a massive leap from the roof of the patrol car to the edge of the truck. The weight of the animal was so impressive that it caused the vehicle to lose its stability, completely overturning the truck.

"Gordus, watch out!" the cat shouted from the patrol car, watching as the hippo's huge body landed hard near the truck.

The crash was thunderous. The truck flipped in the air before coming to rest on its side, with Loyd's henchmen inside, stunned and with their weapons still in their hands, completely surprised by the unexpected turn of events.

The young girl, still held by Loyd, was stunned by the chaos that was unfolding in front of her. Not only had the barrier stopped her fall, but now, somehow, it seemed that luck was on her side. However, she couldn't relax just yet, as danger continued to lurk.

Loyd, completely out of his mind, screamed angrily at his henchmen as chaos broke out around them.

—What are you waiting for?! Kill those bastards!

But as police surrounded the scene, it seemed like escape options for Loyd and his henchmen were rapidly dwindling.

The hippo, after jumping with all his might and overturning the truck, lay completely stunned on the ground. His huge body, which had caused such a racket, now lay with his legs up in a comical position. With a thud, the hippo let out a grunt of pain, as if all the impact had taken its toll.

—Gordus! —the cat shouted, looking at the hippo from the patrol car. —Careful, let's pull him over here!

The Chihuahua nodded and, with quick movements, helped drag the aching hippo to a safer place as patrol cars quickly parked around the scene. The cat and the Chihuahua, with total determination, began to aim towards Loyd's truck with their weapons at the ready.

The situation seemed to be under control, but the surprise was yet to come.

Suddenly, the van door opened and, with a smirk, Loyd stepped out with his hands in the air, clearly enjoying the stir he had created.

—Ha! How clumsy! —he laughed, looking at the officers—. They suffered a lot to catch me!

Loyd's henchmen exited the truck with their hands up, surrendered and unresisting. They knelt in front of the officers, knowing there was no way out.

But at that very moment, Loyd, with his arrogant smile, approached one of the officers slowly and calmly removed his mask. It was another of his men.

—What!? —the surprised policemen shouted.

Loyd, the real one, had escaped. As the officers processed what had happened, the henchman disguised as the leader dropped his mask and stood up quickly, pointing toward one of the patrol cars that had just arrived.

The patrol car took off at top speed, and inside, Loyd and his most loyal henchman were hurrying, while the young woman remained trapped with them.

The officers, still processing what had happened, immediately realized.

—They're running away! —shouted the cat.

The patrols began to follow them at full speed, but Loyd's escape became increasingly dangerous as the blue lights illuminated the night.

Loyd sat in the back of the patrol car, laughing maniacally as he watched the young woman next to him. Despite the tense situation, he maintained his arrogant attitude, as if everything was under his control. The henchman at the wheel didn't seem as confident, but Loyd kept the mood of contempt alive, his laughter echoing throughout the vehicle.

"You know," Loyd said, looking at the young girl with a playful smile, "this could be a lot more fun if you joined me."

The young woman, visibly terrified, did not respond, she just kept her head down, hoping that it was all just a nightmare. However, Loyd did not stop.

—Come on, you have nothing to fear —he continued, moving a little closer to her—. What happened here is nothing more than a little… game. You and I could do great things together, if you decide to give me a chance. We could even have more fun… alone…

The henchman, at the wheel, was looking sideways in the rearview mirror, not quite sure what to make of the situation at hand. Suddenly, Loyd leaned back in his seat, letting out an even louder laugh.

"I keep wondering why they're always late," he muttered, staring straight ahead as he laughed. "I don't care how much they chase me, I always have a card up my sleeve."

The young woman looked at him, terrified, but Loyd simply winked at her and relaxed again, as if he were enjoying the chaos and the chase he had caused. Meanwhile, the patrol car continued at high speed through the streets, moving further and further away from the crime scene, while the officers prepared for an inevitable confrontation.

The henchman slammed the brakes on the patrol car, taking it off the road and into a small, lonely stop. At first, it looked like nothing more than a public roadside toilet, out of sight and quiet, in stark contrast to the frantic chase they had left behind.

"Sir, we're here," the henchman said, a mixture of relief and exhaustion in his voice, as he turned off the engine.

Loyd sat back in his seat, still chuckling, while the young woman remained silent, staring straight ahead. The situation seemed calm, but the tense air in the patrol car did not go unnoticed.

"A bathroom?" Loyd asked, looking at the concrete structure of the bus stop. He couldn't help but smile, as if he had planned this absurd twist of fate. "Speaking of going to the bathroom… Maybe we need a break, huh?"

The henchman nodded nervously and opened the door to leave, but before he did, Loyd gave him a withering look.

"Are we sure we're safe here?" he asked, his tone much more serious now.

The henchman hesitated for a moment, but then nodded, clearly relieved that he wasn't being actively pursued at that very moment.

—Yes, sir. It's... quiet here. No one will find us here.

Loyd nodded and calmly stood up, his footsteps echoing in the patrol car as he prepared to leave. Still with a playful smile on his face, he still maintained a calculating attitude, knowing that this was all just part of the plan. A quick pause to regroup before continuing with his dark objectives.

The young woman, still terrified, didn't dare move, her body rigid as the henchman entered the bathroom, hoping that it would be a temporary moment of respite before what was to come. But deep down, she knew she was far from safe.

Loyd, still leaning against the patrol car, had taken out a cigarette and was calmly lighting it, as if all the chaos before had been nothing more than a momentary inconvenience. The smoke rose slowly as he kept his eyes on the deserted road. But before he could fully relax, he heard a mocking voice in the distance.

—Standing in a bathroom... What nonsense is that? —The voice was firm, but defiant.

Suddenly, the bathroom structure exploded out of nowhere, sending a wave of flames surrounding the patrol car and Loyd. The cigarette fell from his hands as he jumped back, looking in surprise at the source of the explosion.

There, amidst the smoke and flames, appeared a figure he had not expected to see.

It was the Cat.

Loyd, now wide-eyed and not his usual calm self, took a step back and yelled nervously.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice shaking.

The Cat came closer, his eyes fixed on Loyd. With an enigmatic and somewhat macabre smile, he replied:

—My name is Kat, and you're under arrest.

Loyd, still not completely losing his defiant attitude, stood up and reached into his pocket, searching for some weapon or trick he could use.

—Arrested? This isn't over, feline. —He said, with a contained fury.

But before he could do anything, Kat pulled out a taser and pointed it directly at Loyd, who stared back, unafraid.

It was the young woman, who had been silent the whole time. With unexpected strength, she grabbed a piece of the bathroom debris and hit Loyd hard on the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious before he could react.

Loyd fell to the ground, completely out of action. The young woman was breathing rapidly, looking at Kat who, surprised by the turn of events, lowered the taser and approached slowly.

"Wow…" Kat said, looking at the young woman. "I wasn't expecting that."

Kat crouched down next to Loyd and, without losing her composure, tied Loyd up with heavy-duty handcuffs while the young woman watched, a mix of relief and tension still present on her face.

"No one is going to believe what I just experienced..." the young woman murmured, not knowing whether to feel relieved or terrified by what had just happened.

The Cat smiled slightly, looking up at her.

—Don't worry. Everything is under control. I'm sorry you had to go through this.

End of Episode.