In the intervening years, it’s become a poorly-kept secret that Clayface’s abilities are a result of chemicals that originated from Daggett Industries, a company that thankfully no longer exists.
Since nobody in Gotham knows how to leave deadly chemicals alone, though, much of their holdings are now part of Simon Stagg’s business empire. There have even been rumors that Stagg has used new versions of the formula on others. Clayface laid waste to the place, leaving out several damning internal files and, of course, the puzzle he was tasked with delivering.
Before and After
Hoping to air your suspicions, you boldly go straight into the Stagg Enterprises boardroom, but a strange discovery makes you realize something wicked has been happening here...
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