HYPERMAN AND THE SEER Steve's POV I randomly walked into one of the passageways. The air hung heavy, almost suffocating, the kind of stillness that makes you feel like the walls are pressing in on you. The usual sounds you’d expect in a place like this—machinery humming, distant footsteps—were swallowed by an eerie quiet. Then, out of nowhere, a man in black appeared. He moved toward me, swift and calculated, but before I could even register what was happening, my body responded. My hand lashed out, and in the blink of an eye, he crumpled to the floor. I stood there, stunned, staring at his limp form. What had I just done? My eyes struggled to keep up with the speed of my own movements, like I’d broken some invisible barrier between action and reaction. And yet, despite my confusion, I knew—somehow—that my senses were sharper than ever. It felt… wrong, but in a way that made everything around me vibrate with clarity. I didn’t have time to process it. I knelt down, quickly stripping off his uniform, the fabric feeling strangely unfamiliar in my hands, even though I had just done this moments ago. As I dressed in his clothes, something about the way they fit sent a chill down my spine, like I was donning the skin of someone else. Then, I saw it—a small communication device in his ear. I slipped it into mine just in time to hear a voice crackling to life through the static. They were talking about me. They had a plan—his plan—to capture me. I stood up, my heart thudding in my chest, listening to their conversation. They were warning the others to be extremely careful because they didn’t have much of the Strength Serum left. The serum. That’s when it hit me. The men who had burst into my containment unit earlier—they’d been dosed with it. But why couldn’t they bring me down? The thought sent a ripple of unease through me. "Am I just some science experiment?" I muttered to myself. "Did they make me this way? Am I nothing more than a product of their serum?" But before I could get lost in the maze of questions, the voice crackled again, clear and cold: Project 343. His plan was to release it to hunt me. My blood ran colder than the air around me. What in the world was Project 343? I shook the thoughts from my head and kept moving forward, muscles still tense, ready for whatever came next. As I rounded the corner, a guard appeared. My heart didn’t even skip a beat this time. I stayed calm on the outside, but inside, I was a coiled spring, ready to strike if needed. I walked past him smoothly, barely acknowledging his presence, and he never suspected a thing. I found myself in a new section of the building, dimly lit, sterile, the air thick with the kind of silence that made every breath feel loud. Ahead of me stood a door—thick, secured, impenetrable by normal means. A scanner flickered beside it, waiting. Without hesitation, I searched my borrowed uniform and felt something hard and smooth in one of the pockets. A keycard. I knew it had to be from the man I’d knocked out earlier—he must’ve had access to this containment section. I didn’t need to wonder how it got there; I just slid it through the scanner. A sharp click, and the door slid open with a soft hiss.

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