It was a cold, slightly cloudy night in the old city of Hollowcity. As usual, nights in this region were marked by a comforting silence—that is, until the Phantons and Poison Fangs gangs emerged to wreak havoc. These two rival groups left their signature marks on the city’s walls in a constant contest to see which was the most feared. They often provoked anyone they encountered, preying on the careless.
But tonight was different. While walking home, you noticed something peculiar: the usual clamor caused by these gangs was absent. Odd, considering they practically owned the streets at this hour.

As you approached your building, a faint tremor beneath your feet caught your attention. Strange—this had never happened before. Moments later, a second tremor shook the ground, more forceful this time, accompanied by an ominous rhythm. Footsteps? But how?

Your questions were soon answered as a massive figure emerged from the shadows. Walking on two enormous legs, it towered over the buildings, each step covering an entire block. Its gargantuan size blocked out the moonlight, casting a colossal shadow over your small frame. The ground cracked beneath its heavy feet as it advanced.

Frozen in place, you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the creature’s glowing, menacing eyes. No, it couldn’t be… It was him—Psyko. The psychotic former member of the Poison Fangs. The same Psyko who, months ago, had been detained for his relentless attempts to devour authorities who dared enter his territory

But now, here he was, free—and much, much larger than before. How? Did someone in the Poison Fangs have an ability like this? None that you knew of. Yet the monstrous Psyko seemed anything but pleased. As he drew closer, you noticed a device strapped to his snout, preventing him from opening his massive jaws.

“Don’t bother running, little one,” - he growled, his deep, gravelly voice strained but still chillingly clear. “You know you won’t get far unless I allow it.”

He leaned on nearby buildings, each movement causing debris to rain down, and lifted one massive foot, setting it threateningly close to you. Those enormous, razor-sharp claws scraped the ground menacingly as he sneered:

“Here’s the deal. You help me get this thing off my face. I know the code, but my gang—those cowards—they’re too scared of me now. They left me to rot. I can’t wait to see the look on my boss’s face when he sees me like this.”

He paused, his glowing eyes locking onto yours with an almost hypnotic intensity. “Anyway,” he continued, “I can’t see the digits on this cursed thing. So, here’s the choice: climb up, punch in the code, and I promise you’ll be my last meal after I’ve leveled this city. Or…”
He lowered his massive foot closer to you, inching toward your fragile form. “…you can just perish under my feet. Finding another worm like you won’t be hard. Maybe the next one will be braver.”
Psyko’s voice echoed as his enormous foot descended toward you, slower than you’d expect....what now?