HYPERMAN AND THE SEER Steve's POV I stepped into the room, my heart pounding in my chest. Rows of transparent containers lined the walls, filled with various glowing liquids, each more mysterious than the last. I moved closer and squinted at the labels: Strength, Immortality, Invisibility, and countless others, their names etched in clear, bold letters. As I scanned through them, something clicked. I could read. No... I could understand these words. A realization hit me like a tidal wave—I could probably write too. The thought was so simple, yet it rattled me to my core. How long had I been deprived of these basic abilities? Pushing past the confusion, I walked further into the lab. My gaze landed on two colorless serums, sitting ominously in the center. One was labeled X, the other Y. The liquid in X filled only half the container, but Y had a transparent pipe that snaked its way beneath a sealed, cold-looking door. My eyes traced the pipe until they landed on a sign above the door. 343. I stared at the number, trying to piece it together with everything swirling in my mind. But as I turned, my eyes caught sight of something else. Another door—this one with a different number. 434. As soon as my gaze settled on it, a sharp, blinding pain exploded through my skull. It felt like a lightning bolt had struck the center of my brain, sending violent waves of agony through every nerve in my body. My vision blurred, spots dancing across my sight. I stumbled, clutching my head, gasping for air as the memories rushed in like a flood. Images, fragmented and hazy, flashed before me. Faces I didn’t recognize. Places I had never been. Voices whispering things that made no sense, yet felt hauntingly familiar. It was as if something inside me had just snapped—a dam breaking, flooding my mind with memories I wasn’t ready to face. The pain was unbearable. It felt like my head would explode from the sheer force of it. I collapsed onto the cold, hard floor, my fingers clawing at my temples, as if I could somehow tear the pain out. My body convulsed, struggling against the overwhelming force of the headache, my vision darkening at the edges. I could barely breathe, the pressure in my skull suffocating me. In the midst of the chaos, I heard a faint beep. My comm device... I had no idea how it had been activated, but I knew what it meant. They would know where I was. They would come for me. I gritted my teeth, forcing every muscle in my body to move, but it was as if I had been chained to the ground. I tried to get up, to push through the pain and escape, but my limbs felt like lead, too heavy to lift. Sweat poured down my face as I fought against my own body, the images in my head becoming clearer, sharper, like knives cutting through the fog. Fragments of what had happened in this lab flashed before me—people, experiments, my own body being twisted and changed. I could see it all now, but I still couldn’t stop the relentless, pounding headache. It throbbed in sync with my heartbeat, each pulse bringing more pain, more memories. I was trapped, torn between the agony and the fragments of truth I had no choice but to face.