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Back in the normal world, Harley finally returns to his room, feeling like things might be calming down. To his surprise, Jake is there — or so he thinks. Relieved, Harley starts chatting with him like nothing ever happened. They crack a few jokes, laugh a little, and decide to have a rap battle to lighten the mood.

But just as the beat is about to drop, the lights begin to flicker violently, casting eerie shadows across the room. Suddenly, Harley feels a sharp pain tear across his stomach — he’s been cut. Confused and panicked, he stumbles back, clutching his side as blood begins to stain his shirt.

The Jake standing in front of him gasps in shock, acting horrified… but it’s all an act. It was the fake Jake — Paul’s creation — who did it, striking in the moment between light and dark. But Harley doesn’t realize this yet. Gripped by fear and adrenaline, he pulls out his handgun, swinging it around the room, breathing heavily.

"WHO IS IT?! WHO CUT ME?!" he shouts, eyes wide, pointing the gun in every direction, unable to think straight. The fake Jake watches calmly behind a mask of fake concern, hiding a twisted satisfaction behind his forced expressions.

And yet, despite the chaos and pain, the two still go through with the rap battle — tension crackling in the air like lightning. Each bar they spit carries suspicion, confusion, and rage. Harley tries to keep it together, rapping through the pain, while fake Jake plays along, feeding the lie.

Little does Harley know… his biggest threat is standing right in front of him.