To be honest, even though it was just a game-
When Beatrix saw this scene, he was still a bit scared.
After all, wasn't this game clearly rated PG-13?
PG-13 normally meant that children under 13 should watch or play with parental guidance. Sure, there might be some intense content, but nothing excessively graphic or terrifying.
And now?
He had just watched a man decapitate himself and carry his own head, blood trailing along the floor.
Beatrix couldn't help but feel confused.
What kind of twisted interpretation of PG-13 was this?!
Imagine some excited kid starting the game on a weekend, ready to live out their superhero dream-only to open the first door and be met with this horrific scene. Wouldn't that scar them for life? Wouldn't they grow up writing angsty poetry?
And the worst part?
It wasn't over.
The man-Edge-after cutting off his own head, stood as if nothing had happened.
He calmly walked forward, holding his head in his bloody hands. The trail of blood followed him like a cursed shadow.
The rest of the people in the conference room?
Completely unfazed.
They acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened-as if someone just casually walked past the boss during a normal meeting.
Then, the cabinet against the wall shifted, revealing a hidden underground passage.
A statue stood behind the door-twisted and disturbing.
It was masterfully crafted, yet its design was deeply unsettling.
Its body was grotesque, bristling with countless arms twisted like thorns.
It looked more like some warped, gnarled tree than any human or deity.
Beatrix couldn't recall ever seeing anything quite like it.
But just one glance at the thing sent chills deep into his core.
The image seared into his mind like a nightmare-it refused to leave.
Edge walked toward the statue.
He lifted his severed head high with trembling hands-reverent, even infatuated.
Even though the head was clearly lifeless, it still wore an expression of awe-almost worship.
A strange, eerie sound echoed as the decapitated body raised the head.
And then-
The head was sucked into the statue, breaking apart like flesh and blood melting into gravity itself.
Moments later, Edge's body collapsed like a puppet whose strings had been suddenly cut.
At that moment-
The statue's eyes lit up scarlet.
The buzz-cut man stepped forward, and everyone in the room bowed deeply, showing their utmost reverence to the grotesque idol.
And then-
Whoosh!!!
Black bat-shaped darts whistled from the ceiling and embedded themselves into the black statue.
The buzz-cut man raised his head in shock, only to see-
The darts stuck in the statue's chest glowed red.
A sudden flash-
BOOM!!!
Miniature high-density explosives packed inside the darts detonated, blowing the entire statue to bits.
Shards scattered everywhere.
"Who's there?!"
The buzz-cut man's voice roared with fury.
Then-
Zzzzt!
The overhead lights died.
Even the hallway outside plunged into darkness.
A miniature EMP.
Classic Batman move.
Crippling all electronics-lights, surveillance, and communications-in one go.
Perfect for taking control in the dark.
It struck fear into the enemy.
The downside?
It always revealed Batman's presence.
In the conference room, the cultists stood up in chaos.
But before they could locate the intruder-
A tiny marble-like orb rolled into the center of the room.
Click-
A blinding flashbang went off!
Before their eyes could adjust to the sudden dark-
Their retinas were blasted with pure white light.
In that moment of confusion-
Batman struck.
He leapt from the air vent and landed directly in the conference room.
This time-
No more stealth.
Total blitz.
The plan was to wipe everyone out as fast as possible.
Beatrix's hands flew across the keyboard-mouse clicks snapping like a machine gun.
Batman moved like lightning.
Crack!
One enemy down.
Snap! Snap!
Two bones broken in under a second.
But then-
Something felt off.
Beatrix quickly noticed... these enemies weren't normal.
Take the chubby guy with scars.
Batman used a textbook joint-lock takedown-a move that should've left the guy writhing in pain, out of the fight.
Instead?
The dude popped his arm back like nothing happened and charged again-eyes bloodshot, completely numb to pain.
And it got weirder.
Beatrix triggered "Rapid Strike," tapping the number 1 key repeatedly. Batman auto-threw a batarang at the buzz-cut man's hand, pinning it to the wall.
A clean hit.
But the buzz-cut man didn't flinch.
Instead, he calmly drew a dagger with his other hand, and-
SLICE!
Without hesitation, he severed his own hand to escape the batarang.
No reaction. No scream. Not even a blink.
Then, still holding the bloody knife, he charged again.
Another thug had his leg shattered with a heavy kick-bone visibly bent.
And yet-
He just hopped on one leg, still trying to fight.
Blood, gore, and madness spilled across the carpet.
The whole room felt like a twisted slaughterhouse.
Beatrix could almost smell the iron-rich stench through his screen.
He was shocked.
These people weren't human.
This wasn't the superhero game he signed up for.
This felt more like a psychological horror game-and he was playing Batman as the detective trapped inside it.
Fortunately-
Even if they were insane, these cultists were no match for Batman's peak physical prowess and arsenal of high-tech gear.
Plus, he was a professional at handling psychopaths.
Put any other hero in this room, and they might've been overwhelmed.
In just a few minutes-
The entire room was cleared.
Except for one.
The buzz-cut man, barely alive, leaned against the wall.
Left arm severed.
Right arm broken.
Left leg snapped in two.
Only two limbs left.
And yet-he stood.
Beatrix was stunned.
The man's eyes still blazed with hate, locked onto Batman like a curse.
He hopped forward on one leg, bleeding out.
But his will-unbroken.
Beatrix gritted his teeth, ready to control Batman for one final strike.
But then-
SPLAT.
The man's head exploded, painting the wall red.