After something like this happened, every group chat broke into wild laughter. Not one person tried to come up with a solution. You could say it was Schiller's "blessing."
Schiller did not actually care much about it, because he truly did not discriminate against Mutants, nor did he think there was anything wrong with being mistaken for one. It might reduce the sanitarium's customer traffic, but the sanitarium was under renovation anyway, so there was nobody there to begin with.
By the time the sanitarium's renovations were complete, the incident's popularity would surely have faded. Most people were forgetful. When the time came, he could post a video or something to clarify that it had all been a misunderstanding, and it would not be much of a problem.
But he had not expected Dario to be even bolder than he imagined. Just as he turned to head back to Danny's hospital room, hurried footsteps came from the stairwell.
New York Police Department officers appeared at the stairwell entrance, fully armed and holding up their guns. Their aggressive bearing reminded Schiller of his college days.
Schiller turned around and raised his hands, looking somewhat bewildered. He quickly reviewed everything he had done over the past three months in his mind and only snapped back to reality after confirming that there truly had been no victims.
"Hello, Mr. Schiller Rodriguez," the lead officer said. "Someone reported that your Mutant abilities went out of control, causing major damage to his life and property. We need you to cooperate with our investigation. Please do not resist."
Knowing the character of New York Police, Schiller understood that they were already being quite polite. Those dark gun barrels were aimed more at a Mutant than at a psychiatrist.
But Schiller had no intention of compromising. He