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What are you laughing about?

There might just be a surprise for getting here early.

That was heavy-handed of them. This is all I can do right now. It may be difficult for you to... perform more precise tasks with your right hand in the future.

Precise tasks?

Like writing or painting... Sorry.

It's not your fault.

Remember to come get your wound redressed tomorrow.

If only I had gotten down there just a minute sooner...

Don't blame yourself. The people here are much faster and physically capable than us. It's not easy to give chase.

I know that, but the officer did it right in front of me—

Ela, you're back. What did Reynell say?

He didn't order this, but that doesn't mean he's totally unrelated.

What do you mean? Are you defending him?

Reynell contacted the captain and told him that as long as he could take care of the 'troublesome elements' in the community, he would get the development rights to the neighborhood.

How is that not him giving the order?

But he also told me that his goal was to see the captain make a fool of himself for offending him. He knows the people of the community are capable.

Why doesn't he come take a look at what happened to the place himself, then? How could he say that?!

Calm down, Kateb.

Even if I could calm down, what about the people in the community?

Go take a look outside. How are they supposed to calm down once they hear Reynell's excuse?

The four of them feel a tremendous sense of despair as they walk amongst the crowd.

The members of the community sit despondent on the sides of the street, all of them look as though their souls have been sucked away.

Once, this was where they poured their enthusiasm, hard work, and inspiration, but there is nothing left here now.

Looking around, some are slowly lifting their heads up to stare at the blank expressions on each other's faces.

But more of them simply sit there, unsure of what else to do.

Ela, Ela!

Tecno?

Is it Reynell? Is it that bastard who sent the Coalition assholes to lay waste to our hard work? Just for the sake of his opening ceremony?

Tecno... There are a few things we need to confirm first, but I don't think...

You don't think what?! You used to be his bodyguard. Of course you're making excuses for him!

An eye for an eye, I say!

We should take to his Galería...

Have everyone bring what's left of the festival. Once we're there, we'll smash that bastard Reynell's Galería with—

You don't think that makes us look too weak?

Weak? What else do you want us to do?

We should be charging the Galería to make Reynell and his secretary pay for this with their blood.

(Quietly) There's someone in the crowd fanning the flames. Looks like somebody wants this escalated.

Everyone, please calm down...

But... We probably can't take them on... I've had a bad back for years. I can't do violence.

Me too. I have a herniated disk...

The only thing I can hurt anyone with is my sincerity. My body doesn't stand a chance.

Well... I've trained for a few years, but I've got hemophobia...

(Quietly) Maybe things haven't gotten quite that intense just yet...

We can't be this spineless, can we? Are we just gonna sit and do nothing after all they did to us?

It doesn't sit right with me... Why is his opening ceremony allowed to go on after they destroyed our arts festival?

Papá... What do you think?

Come. Get your things. We're going to that glass building.

We aren't actually going there to fight, are we?

Mr. Diaz, wait...

No, I'm telling you to bring your sound equipment and instruments... We lost our venue, so we'll use Reynell's Galería.

They don't want to see us dancing? We will make them watch us dance.

A massive roar goes off. The crowd is suddenly riled up, like a pile of dry hay set alight by a match.

(Quietly) What do we do now...?

Let's... start by keeping an eye on them...

(Quietly) Uh... Did we get the job done?

(Quietly) No idea, but either way, they are going to the Galería.

(Quietly) Report, the musbeasts have emerged from the hole.

Señor, where do I put this vase?

Oh, that goes to Exhibition Hall No. 3.

Gracias.

You're going the wrong way. Hall No. 3 is that way.

Perdón. I'm new here.

(I've searched almost the entire museum. They've got heavy security detail everywhere except this area. I've racked my brains for so long, but none of my ideas got me inside.)

(Dammit. Even though all the leads pointed me here...)

(Someone's coming...)

The opening ceremony is about to start. Señor Miłosz requested everyone to leave the Galería and attend the opening ceremony in the plaza.

What? Even us?

He was clear that not a single one of us is to stay in here.

Alright... Let's go, hermanos.

Strange... Reynell is making everyone go to his conference...? What is he trying to do?

This place doesn't seem all that special either compared to the other places.

Maybe...

Ernesto takes out a few glass balls from his pocket and places them gently onto the ground. Although they should normally be stationary on a flat surface, they all begin to roll in the same direction.

The floor is slightly slanted...

(Knocks on wall)

Just as I thought. Here's a secret door.

Let me guess... Maybe this unremarkable painting?

The conference will start in two hours, and some early arrivals are already seated. Have you decided what you're talking about during the ceremony?

Doesn't matter. It's all to buy us time, anyway. Let's just pick something from the proposals we got. That CVAP thing looks good to me.

What will we use for the background picture of the presentation? A painting from the Galería?

Use a picture of Mateo.

If you humiliate him like that, knowing him, he'll likely have an outburst.

Why are you worried? I invited him exactly because I wanted to humiliate him. Besides, do you think I still care about his tantrums, after all this time?

His rage is nothing compared to the despair that those below will feel when the Galería explodes.

The wealth that was invested into this place and the money-grubbing ambitions of the arts market... It's all going up in one big explosion.

All that worthless trash sold at astronomical prices... Grotesque creations with their expressions and messages warped...

True art left untouched in storage, only ever seeing the light of day when resold...

Look at what those greedy men have done to them. Now, these pieces will at last find a proper home in the flames.

The art market will be in chaos the next few years...

That's what I want... Every time those investors think back on this day, they will shudder and quake...

They'll see the true value of the arts, never again to be mere merchandise for trading.

And the artists who suffer for it will finally be free of this market madness.

It's a shame my mother and the old bones aren't here...

Reynell...

Come sit with me a little, Miłosz.

Let's wait for tomorrow together.

So dark... There's not even a bit of light here...

Good thing I brought a flashlight.

(Gulps)

Wh-What's this...?