Eventually, the Plague Doctor was in a prison cell, his hands cuffed behind his back. The Detective was sitting in the cell with him, right across from him in a chair. "You're a very hard man to catch." The detective said, thumbing through papers. The Plague Doctor said nothing for a moment, then spoke up. "-What can I say, i'm very popular." The Detective looked up, intrigued. "So, who are you, exactly?" he asked. "My identity doesn't matter, only my purpose." The Plague Doctor replied cryptically. "I am trying to help this city, to cure the foul Plague that runs rampant." he continued. The Detective became even more confused. "What are you talking about? What plague?" The Plague Doctor began to stifle a chuckle. "Is it not obvious? The Plague that threatens our society. Today, so many weak and privileged beings have become corrupted, and committed sins upon Mankind. I have a cure that shall wipe the slate clean and give mankind a second chance to rebuild. Only the strong and worthy shall survive for this new world when I am finished..." The Plague Doctor began to fumble with something behind his back. "-And what is your vision for this new world? who are the strong and worthy?" the Detective asked. At that moment, the Plague Doctor cured his fingers around a glowing blue syringe and injected himself with it. "-You're definitely not one of them." He grunted. glowing blue veins appeared on his body, shining underneath his armor.
The Plague Doctor Suddenly snapped his handcuffs in half, freeing his arms. The Detective bolted out of his chair and drew out his gun to stop him, but the Plague Doctor grabbed him and heaved him off the ground, throwing him into the air as the detective's body crashed into the prison bars, becoming unconscious. The Plague Doctor stretched and cracked his bones, loosening himself up. He approached the prison bars, grabbing them and bending them apart with his bare hands, creating a wider space between the bars. The Plague doctor nonchalantly stepped out of his cell, dropping a blood agent grenade to kill the prison guards as he walked away. At the prison's exit door, he turned back around. "Now, if you will excuse me, gentlemen, I have more important
matters to attend to..." he said to the dead bodies, then walking out of the building and escaping to his hideout.