Richard kicked in the door to a warehouse where Giovanni and his goons hid in the city as he exclaimed, "Giovanni! We got one!"

Giovanni leapt down from metal scaffolding that made a second floor to the place above the bottom floor to greet Richard with a high fave, "What's the crime?"

"Neglect and child labor," Richard explained walking past countless minions all discussing targets and exchanging notes, photos of  people with their crimes listed on the images, trading the evil thrill of the hunt like one would trade cards back in those early childhood days. A sick perversion of an inoccent joy just as the abusers they target twist childhoods into something dark and haunting.

"Child labor?" Giovanni asked, "What a bastard! You got your mask?"

Richard nodded and put on a white hockey mask and put a brass knuckle onto his hand. Giovanni smirked and replied, "Then let us purify..."

"So what you're telling me is you founded a cult?" Percy demanded back in the interrogation room.

"What?" Richard asked, "No! No.... wait... oops. Yes. Does it make it any better that it was an accident?"

Percy silently glared.

"Didn't think so," Richard sighed, "OK so moving on..."

Richard ane Giovanni walked towards their target's house, down alleys as they discussed, Giovanni inquired. "So how's your epithet?"

"Well uhhhh..." Richard replied as he looked down at a dead plant by his food that had sprung up from a crack in the concrete, "It's grown a little hyperactive. It's getting stronger but I feel like I'm getting worse."

"How so?" Giovanni asked.

"The more we stop the more we find that there is TO stop. I'm stuck in this obsessive cycle, this downward spiral or problems leading to the reveal or bigger problems and further decay or my mental health," Richard sighed, "It feels like the more people we stop the more we learn it's worse than we thought."

"Well at least you're not facing it alone," Giovanni assured him, "I take care of my minions dude and you're my right hand man. You're like a brother to me."

"Can we talk about that actually?" Richard asked, "There's an idea I would like to present to you."

"Sure thing man," Giovanni replied.

"I believe that blood ties hold no value," Richard explained, "That love comes in three forms, all of which equal but separate. Platonic, romantic, and familial. For you I feel this sort of plantoic and familial love. A brotherly love. Family is not blood for that is merely a lie used by child abusers, the impure, to justify abuse and force unjust forgiveness from their victims. Family, real family, is not some blood tie used to justify abuse and fake obligations to people who hurt you. Family, real family, is love and compassion. Do you understand... brother?"

Giovanni nodded, "I think I do bro..."

Richard smiled and revealed something from under his black jacket as the two walked under the dead of night, "Here."

The package was a long wooden box which when opened revealed a bat made of maple wood and painted red and pink to match Giovanni's color pallet full of nails and knives and other sharp metal objects as Richard explained, "I remember that your bat broke back in the forest so I thought you would want a new one and..."

Richard smiled and hugged Richard with one arm, "It's perfect bro. So which skull we bashing in?"

"Here," Richard explained as the duo stopper in front of a toy store.

"Wait..." Giovanni explained as he looked at the name of the store, "This name... it sounds..."

Giovanni's eyes went wide and he exclaimed, "Richard we need to leave! Right now?"

"Huh?" Richard asked.

Richard looked to his side as a shadowy figure who looked much like Richard but with red eyes appeared beside him and whispered, "He's lying to us, Richard. Just like Morgan."

"Shut up Purity," Richard growled at the figure, revealing it to be a schizophrenic hallucination, a manifestation of mental malady.

"You with me dude?" Giovanni asked.

"We have a job to do," Richard explained, "You in or not?"

Giovanni looked inside to see Molly in her bear hoodie running the toy shop. Giovanni explained, "You see that kid, Richard?"

Richard nodded as he looked through the window.

"You say family is love," Giovanni explained, "The people we care for yeah? Well that kid in there, Molly, I care about her. She's one of my minions! She's family to me too! Look, based on what we know I will not deny her father is technically guilty of neglect but I can't let you do this to her! She loves her dad and-"

Richard screamed, "That's why blood is a problem! It allows these people to use it to get away with the crimes! It's a tool to blind those they hurt! Just like Morgan loves her dad!"

"Have you ever considered the possibility that her father alone isn't at fault?" Giovanni demanded, the argument escalating, "That she deserves some of the blame!?!"

Richard gripped his brass knuckle and glared, "Molly deserves better and we can get her better."

"No," Giovanni glared, "There must be a way aside from this violence. I agree with your goals but your methods..."

"The cops won't do shit!" Richard screamed, "I called the cops on my stoner mom and she confessed to the cop's face! Even if weed was legal here it's illegal if you have kids under 18! The cop did nothing! The cops are trying to kill me! This is the way!"

Molly looked outside to see the duo and reached for a phone nearby...

"I won't let you do this," Giovanni glared, gripping his bat.

"I've already fought Morgan," Richard glared, "Don't think I won't fight my brother too..."

Giovanni gripped his bat as the two stood before each other...

Giovanni pleaded, "You don't have to do this..."

Richard chuckled, "At the end of the day it always ends the same. Another tratior to purify..."

Richard made the first attack...

(Cut to commercial break here. Cue eye catcher.)

Name: Purity.

Epithet: N/A

Other Notes: Is a schizophrenic hallucination Richard sees.

Wants Richard to kill.

Appeared first when Richard was ten.

A fucking asshole.

(Scene continues.)

Giovanni leapt out of the way, almost tripping on his cape but caught himself with his hand as he countered, filling the arena with a tasty, soupy mist.

Richard looked around in a frenzied rage, his epithet destroying the street beneath him with shockwaves of force as Giovanni laughed from seemingly all directions.

"I'm gonna lay you out in one hit!" Giovanni exclaimed, "Just you wait!"

Giovanni, outside the bisque mist, stood next to a mailbox and thought to himself, "Hmmm... is it really worth destroying something that our already under appreciated mail men need?"

Giovanni smiled with his bat and fire in his eyes as he exclaimed, "Sometimes ya gotta do what ya gotta do!"

He hit the mailbox twelve times and the fire grew in his eyes as he charged Richard who screamed and destroyed the fog of deliciousness to reveal Giovanni charging at him full force. Richard caught the bat as the metal impaled his hands, drawing blood as he screamed, "A tratior like you doesn't deserve a weapon life this!"

The weapons turned to black dust as Richard screamed, "This is it! It's over!"

With his other hand Richard threw a punch, the brass knuckle collided with Giovanni's face and...

Nothing.

"Stop!" A voice yelled as Molly exited the store.

Richard sighed, "Dammit I can't fight in front of a kid if I traumatize them I'm just as bad as the others..."

Purity whispered to the young man who screamed, "Shut up! Shut up! You're lying! Giovanni is at least pure!"

"We don't have to do this," Giovanni pleaded.

"Giovanni the cops are coming you have to go," Molly pleaded.

"I know Molly just give me a second," Giovanni replied.

The sirens blared in the distance.

"Shit..." Giovanni muttered, "Fog of Lost Souls!"

"I was trying to help you kid," Richard sighed, "But at the end of the day I failed..."

The fog filled the air and by the time the cops arrived...

Both were gone.

Giovanni sat on top of a tree in a forest where he thought aloud, "This... this has gone to far..."

Giovanni looked at some of the photos of targets he gathered and realized, "This... this isn't justice. This is vengeance. Just more violence. Abuse is a chain. Pain is a cycle. While vengeance is better than nothing at all as it might break the chain, it is very inefficient and often doesn't change anything. I've lost sight of my villainous goals and have become something to evil for even Giovanni Potage!"

Giovanni sighed and ripped up the photos, "I wish you well Richard, but I'm done purifying..."

Back in the interrogation room Richard explained, "I then patched up my hand with William and continued my work. You probably know what I mean."

Percy nodded, "Ah yes. That. Not only did you role around but that other drug dealer..."

Richard nodded, "That other impure..."

Percy nodded, "That's a term for it I suppose. However, by that point we had called in a specialist since we had noticed your connection between your mental illness and epithet..."

Back in the past, Sylvie accompanied Percy towards a jail cell. Sylvie smirked and snickered, "Very interesting indeed. A man whose epithet grows stronger the worse his mental state. Luckily I specialize in this field."

"That's why you're here," Percy explained, "You and... well... Ramsey, wake up."

Ramsey yawned and smacked his lips as the cell door opened. He asked, "Oh? So... am I in on this case?"

Percy nodded, "It and one other yes."

"Other case?" Ramsey inquired as he exited the cell, "What else has been going on?"

That's when Percy's radio cracked to life and yelled, "All units! All units! There has been a break in at the jail downtown! All available units are needed immediately! This is not a drill! Move move move!"

"It has to be him!" Percy exclaimed, "He's grown desperate! Let's go!..."