Stanley felt a faint sense of glee as the mayor died right in front of him. It was a more physical response to the mayor’s death than a mental one, which surprised him a lot.

Had he wanted to kill this man so much?

Maybe he had, which was why this was happening. There was no other possible way why he should be felling happy and glad to see the man dead.

Sheila and Freddy had stopped what they were doing, and Sheila gulped when she saw Stanley kill the man.

"You... you really killed him?" she asked, confused if she should be even asking that in the first place.

"Stanley..." Freddy tried to speak. "Didn’t we need answers?"

"He wasn’t going to give us any," Stanley said as he pulled the sword from the mayor’s dead body. The sword dropped from his hand and clanged on the floor as he stood up.

"But the door," Freddy asked. "Don’t we need him to open it?"

"I told you, he wasn’t going to give us any answer," Stanley said. "Sheila, did you find anything at all?"

"No, let me check some more," she said and went back on the computer.

Stanley left the mayor’s corpse and walked up to Bradley’s corpse at the corner of the room. He sat, cradling his brother’s head in his arm and took a long deep breath.

"Hehe," he laughed a little. "I did it, brother. I got my revenge that I wanted for him killing you. Did you hear that? I killed him just as he killed you, a stab to the chest."

He laughed for a second longer before his laughter turned to tears. "I got my revenge... so what do I do now?" he asked. "What do I do brother?"

He wanted to hear his brother speak again, but it wasn’t something that was going to happen. Still, he heard his words player over his head, his final words.

"That... girl..." Stanley thought for a moment as he remembered those words that his brother said. "Ware... ware... warehouse?"

Now that he was thinking about it, he got a bit of a clue as to what he had been trying to say at the time when he was wounded and dying.

"That girl... from warehouse..." he connected the dots. The one that the Defenders had been looking for at that time? The very same that was the mayor’s sister?

The one that Sheila referred to as the Nova. The one named Raven.

Stanley had little clue what any of that meant. He didn’t understand most of what Sheila had talked about with the mayor, but it didn’t matter to him as he had gotten the bare minimum context clue he needed.

This Nova, the one named Raven was someone strong from the past who wanted to grow strong and so they created this farm for her. Now, she was using the farm for what it was made for.

She was killing everyone in the town.

And she was also the reason why Bradley had died at all.

"It was her fault..." his anger surfaced again as he gritted his teeth. "It was all her fault."

"Stanley?" Freddy called out to him after hearing him murmur some things under his breath. "Are you okay?"

"She wounded my brother," Stanley said. "No, she killed him. It’s her fault."

The pain and anger was clear on his face and voice, which made Freddy hesitate a bit. However, Freddy too had some reasons to be angry.

"She’s killing everyone right now," Freddy said softly. "Didn’t you hear the mayor? She’s out there killing everyone."

Stanley kept quiet. He didn’t care about that in the least. He had no one that he cared about at all, and no one that cared about him.

"Stanley... my parents are being killed out there," Freddy said. "We need to save them. We need to save everyone."

Stanley frowned but said nothing. He turned toward Sheila and asked. "Have you found anything as all?"

"Absolutely nothing," she said. "There’s nothing here at all. I’m afraid the system for the cave door might be on the door itself."

"Huh?" Stanley looked at her.

"There’s nothing we can do here anymore," she said and walked away from the computer. "We need to leave."

He opened up a few drawers as she said that and brought out a few rolls of bandages from there.

"Alright, lets go."

She ran outside the door with Freddy following her with a bit of hesitation. Stanley wanted to leave, but... what about his brother?

"I can’t... I can’t leave my brother’s body here," he said.

"You want to carry his dead body around when we are most likely going to have to fight someone outside?" Sheila asked. "You idiot, our life is on the line here. Forget about your brother for a moment and think about yourself. You need to save yourself."

Stanley paused for a moment and nodded. "Alright, let’s leave," he said.

He ran over to the mayor and picked the short sword from his side, while Freddy picked his longsword and walked outside.

Stanley saw the short plasma sword that had fallen to the side and saw that it was bent a little. He tried to squeeze it, but nothing came out, so he left it.

As he walked out, he turned around to look at his brother one last time.

He wanted to treat his brother’s death with more love and care. Even if he was killed, he wanted his brother’s funeral to be held with better care than what his mother got.

However, it seemed that his brother wasn’t even going to get a funeral. He was instead going to die here, not to his killer.

"I’m sorry, brother," he said one last time, apologizing for having to leave him behind. But for now, he needed to focus on his own survival.

"Goodbye."

He turned around and left, leaving the room as he met up with the two outside. Then, they ran out of the hidden chamber, going back into the mansion’s hallways.