The EXPURATION PRODECURE screeches, its furious voices nearly deafening you. "NO" "NO!" "RETURN HERE AT ONCE, SMITH." "PURSURING SUSPECT OF HIGH TREASON!"
Your legs nearly give out on you. One by one, your allies manage to reach the end of the alleyway. To safety.

The walls around you are closing in. As if the City is trying to seal away the EXPURGATION PRODECURE from the rest of itself.
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] Y and G-Corp technology.
The last one to reach the exit is you. You launch yourself forward right as the alleyway seals shut, leaving behind only a smooth, thick wall of concrete and steel.

Loud banging echoes from behind the wall but it's far sturdier than the other walls they tore down. With no way to reach you, you hear hundreds of footsteps stepping away from the sealed exit.

>You SURVIVED the EXPURGATION PRODECURE!

You're now in some random parking lot on the other side of the sub-district. You're too dizzy to really describe it in any more detail. There's, like, cars or something who cares.
You collapse to the floor. The pain of your injuries finally catches up with you. The next hour passes by in a blur for you.

Ambulance sirens. Men and women in bright white uniforms. Men in suits interviewing some of your allies. Something tried to talk to you - You didn't really pay any attention to them. You didn't recognize them. A man with grey-blue hairs yells at Max and Gregory. Money is passed around to suppress any information about what just happened.

The next thing you actively remember is Kiara shaking you by the shoulder. She nods her head to something behind her, "Seems like some esteemed benefactors have offered to heal you up! To the best of their abilities!"
"Most of us are...going to a Z-Corp safehouse. But, we'll be watching the HEAD MEETING, trust us."

Casey and Quentin pop out from behind Kiara.
"Today was an excellent display of employee competence, was it not?" You feel an un-Caseylike level of...smugness behind her words. "I must say, you truly know how to lead by example!"
"IT WAS PLEASANT. GETTING BACK AT THOSE WHO HURT MY FAMILY." Quentin pats you on the shoulder. "WHAT DO YOU PLAN ON DOING?"

"I-I have to go to the MEETING. They need to know. They have to know." Wait, you swore you were warned about a JUDICATOR. You glance around the parking lot but all you spot are cars (including yours), some parked ambulances, and...

A figure in a teal cloak covered in bronze hexacombs is hiding behind one of the many cars in the parking lot. You can't see their face but you can hear them laughing to themselves. <"Oh, she's too entertaining to kill. Sorry, Poia, we're letting her go. For now.">

>You have received the acknowledgement of a JUDICATOR, an Agent of the HEAD, by surviving the EXPURGATION PRODECURE.

You scramble to your feet(hooves?). You have to lean on Kiara to keep standing. You're promptly escorted over to one of the many ambulances.