HYPERMAN AND THE SEER Steve's POV I clawed at the bars, cold metal biting into my fingers, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Why am I locked in this cage? My mind raced, but the answers slipped through my grasp like water. Panic clawed at my throat as I slammed my fists against the iron bars again, harder this time. The hollow clang echoed, swallowed by the oppressive silence of the room. A figure stepped into the cell, his silhouette framed by the dim, flickering light from the hallway beyond. He moved with a casual confidence, as though this cell, this entire facility, was his to command. I could tell instantly—this place wasn’t just any prison. It was like an impenetrable fortress, one built with the sole purpose of keeping me locked inside. Breaking into this fortress? Impossible. Guards were stationed everywhere, more than necessary to hold a single prisoner. Their presence only confirmed my suspicion: this was no ordinary detention. Why so many guards? I wondered. Whose cell am I really in? The man’s eyes hadn’t left me since entering, his gaze cool, calculated, as though weighing every detail about me. He wasn’t speaking—just studying me, dissecting me. I fell silent under his scrutiny, muscles tense. Then, another figure appeared, and suddenly everything clicked into place. Memories, blurred and fragmented like a shattered mirror, crashed through me. My pulse spiked. My skull throbbed with a sharp, piercing ache, and I groaned, pressing a trembling hand to my forehead. The second man stepped closer, the dim light catching his face. Festus. Just the sight of him was enough to send my blood boiling. A smirk tugged at his lips, cruel and condescending. The laugh that followed was nothing short of venomous, each note like nails scraping against my mind. I clenched my fists, trying to steady the torrent of rage boiling within me, but it was useless. It felt like sharp thorns were crawling beneath my skin, prickling and tearing at my control. "You feel that, don’t you?" Festus drawled, his voice a slow, serpentine hiss. He reveled in my agony. "It’s the serum." Trigger Serum. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Festus explained it with a sinister ease that made my stomach churn. I wouldn’t remember anything unless I saw someone connected to the event. And even then, the memory would slip away again—gone forever as soon as they left my sight. Festus watched my face twist with realization, his dark eyes dancing with cruel delight. "You’ll never piece it together. You’ll forget everything... every single time." I sank to the cold, hard floor, my body weak and shaking. My mind thrashed against the void, trying—fighting—to grasp at anything. But it was no use. My memories felt like smoke in my fingers, slipping away the moment I tried to hold on. Who am I? My thoughts were jumbled, lost in the fog that was clouding my mind. I squeezed my eyes shut, digging deep, searching for any trace of myself. Did I have a family? Was I ever really here? Every answer evaded me, sinking deeper into the void as if swallowed by a black hole. And in that hollow, empty space, all that remained was the echo of Festus’s wicked laughter, ringing in my ears as I stared into the vast, unyielding nothingness that had become my mind.

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