Later that night, there were still remaining grunts from Charlotte's team. They were tossing bodies one by one in a dumpster from the event earlier that same night. After tossing all the bodies, all that remained was Charlie's limb corpse. Two people grabbed him from the arms and the legs to carry him inside. After doing so, another person stepped up in front of the dumpster as another poured oil into it, all while preparing for what would come next. In one swift swing, they sent in a lighter into the pit, which engulfed the entire thing in flames. This act was their way of mourning their fallen comrades while also ridding of any evidence of their team's traces and whereabouts, as well as affiliation with family or friends. They all bailed from the area quickly to avoid any confrontation from officials. In an instant, they were gone from the scene.

As the fires crackled and filled the dimly lit alleyway, something began to emerge from the dumpster. The charred and broken down body of Charlie began to recompose its original shape, the tissue that had burned away had been regenerated to its previous state. The silhouette of Charlie had been revealed, as red eyes began to glow from the flames, a red smile formed, and a laughter that filled the emptiness of the area before leaving the fire. "Such a pity," he said. "I had lost control in that very instance, and led to all of this." He looked at his hands, clenching his fist and then releasing in a continuous motion. He sighed, "I will need to convince him to allow me to gain full control, if I can't, then I will easily be rejected from his conscious." He began to walk deeper into the darkness of the alleyway. "I'll just have to show him, as well as the girl, just how things will work. My mission, and my judgement." Soon after saying that, he disappeared into the dark. Sirens could be heard, as scarce droplets of water began to fall as the sky clouded up. All that remained, was the flame that solidified the change. The outcome. The decision.