Chaos, once again.

Riley seems to be finding himself in it a lot the past couple of days. It was almost similar to the atmosphere of the studio where Hera brought him. There were people running around, people screaming, and people staring at him.

Everything was almost the same except for the fact that some of the people running around had their hands drowned with blood. The people that were screaming were panicking, yes; but they were not screaming at each other, but rather screaming for themselves.

And the people that were staring at him instead of looks of awe and curiosity, they had fear. And the cameras were replaced by guns and rifles that were similar to the ones they had back in the Super Max Prison.

The room, however didn't really have anything in it. Just tables which the people were seemingly previously idling at. There were also gloves and coats that had blood on them, either resting at the table or hanging somewhere on the walls.

There were also about a dozen people that were standing in front, no doubt supers that worked for the government.

"E Empress, why are you doing this!?" One of the supers shouted; his skin, emitting some sort of black smoke almost similar to Nightwalker's shadows.

"I guess we're on the right path," Empress, however, completely ignored the man as she looked at Riley,

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