"Stop pretending, Unknown."

  The scientist with curly hair stepped forward, eyes narrowing as he stared at Gwen, bound and trembling in the center of the lab.

  "We all know it’s you."

  Gwen looked up, confused and scared, trying to process what he'd just said. Her lips trembled slightly.

  "I don't know what you're talking about," she said, her voice raspy from dryness and fear.

  "Enough!" the man snapped, his voice echoing off the sterile walls. His calm facade shattered, replaced by frustration.

  Meanwhile, back in the garage above.

  Unknown stood in silence, staring at the floor.

  "Where did they go? There has to be a secret base..." he muttered.

  He knelt, placing one ear to the dusty, cracked surface. For a moment, there was only silence—until he heard it: a faint voice saying, "Enough."

  He closed his eyes. His hand began to glow-blue, pulsing with energy. In a flash, it shifted, transforming into a glowing blade of hot plasma, crackling faintly with heat and power.

  Without hesitation, he began cutting through the floor.

  Back in the lab.

  The curly-haired scientist stepped closer to Gwen, his voice softer now, almost convincing.

  "Give us the blue particles," he said. "We'll let you go, completely unharmed. We're not your enemies, right?"

  "What blue particles?!" Gwen snapped, struggling against the ropes that bound her wrists. "I don't have anything!"

  Thud!

  A section of the ceiling slab crashed to the ground.

  Smoke and dust billowed out as Unknown dropped through the gap, landing silently like a shadow. His glowing blade hummed softly in his hand.

  The scientist froze, startled.

  Unknown stood tall. "Long time no see, bro."

  The scientist took a step back, caught off guard. "Who are yo-?"

  Before he could finish, Unknown smirked. "Didn't recognize me?"

  Blue particles began rising from Unknown's body-cubes of light swirling from his feet to his head. They rotated in tight patterns, like data realigning. As they moved, his body changed.

  Moments later, where the young man once stood, now stood a woman-aged, hardened by time.

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  The scientist's mouth fell open. "My... my wife?"

  Then he shook his head violently. "No. No, you're Unknown. Right?"

  "Finally recognized me," Unknown said coolly, stepping toward Gwen.

  The swirling blue cubes returned, reshaping him into the young man once again.Without wasting a second, he cut through Gwen's ropes with a flick of his blade.

  The scientist's face twisted in frustration. "Activate Project 2.1!"

  Alarms blared.

  Five capsules along the lab wall hissed open. Fog spilled out. Metallic feet hit the floor-five humanoid robots stepped forward, their movements precise and deadly. The other capsules began to vibrate-more were waking up.

  Unknown's expression didn't change.

  He looked at Gwen. His form shimmered again-this time shifting into Harry.

  "You trust Harry, right?" he said calmly.

  Gwen's breath caught. She nodded quickly.

  "You know hacking?" he asked.

  "Not really , but i have seen harry doing it ."

  He pulled a sleek laptop from his coat and handed it to her. "Try to take control of them. I'll buy you time."

  Unknown turned just as the first robot lunged. He ducked, slashed, and severed its leg cleanly with a burst of sparks.

  But even before it hit the ground, another came from behind. A giant hand slammed toward Unknown's head. He barely avoided it, crouching and rolling to the side.

  The scientist grinned. "Don't worry, Unknown. This will be fun for you."

  Unknown clenched his jaw. "Wonderful."

  He slashed upward at another robot, but they were faster now. More precise.

  He dodged left-barely.

  "These things are adapting to my fighting style too fast..."

  Gwen was already deep into the system, typing rapidly. "They've got firewalls. Layers of them. I'm trying my best!"

  Unknown deflected another attack, then kicked one of the bots into another. Two dropped. He turned—just in time to see another bot land a punch straight into his side. He flew across the lab, skidding across the floor.

  He coughed once, staggering to his feet. "Gwen-how much longer?!"

  "I need more time!"

  A robot grabbed Unknown's arm, gripping it tight, trying to crush it.

  With a growl, he activated the plasma blade again and sliced off the bot's arm at the elbow, freeing himself-but then two more bots came from the capsules.

  He didn't even turn around. "Of course there's more."

  The scientist laughed . "We trained them specifically against you. Every move you've ever made... calculated."

  Unknown's face tightened. His body ached, his black jacket torn. But he stood firm.

  Gwen was still typing furiously, lines of code reflecting in her wide, panicked eyes. The robots were too advanced, the firewalls too layered. She was in-but not fast enough.

  Unknown glanced at her. She was taking too long.

  He clenched his jaw. No more waiting.

  As he dodged a heavy blow from one of the robots and sliced another clean across the torso, he subtly slipped a chip under Gwen's collar. Then another-onto the curly-haired scientist's coat. Few other on kidnappers, another on himself. Each one embedded with microscopic precision, unnoticed in the chaos.

  He knew what was coming.

  A final move.

  A decision.

  He stepped back, blade humming. Then, slowly, his plasma-blade hands shifted-retracting, cooling, fading to normal flesh.

  A breath. Calm.

  His hands flared blue, patterns racing across his fingers as they formed glowing energy constructs.

  He brought his hands together slowly. The energy between them began to pulse, swirling tighter and brighter with each passing second, forming a small orb-unstable, wild, yet controlled by his steady focus.

  The robots closed in.

  One jumped at him-

  BOOM.

  A shockwave exploded outward with a deep, resonating hum. The orb detonated in a flash of blinding blue-white energy.

  The entire lab was consumed.

  Glass shattered. Metal vaporized. The robots didn't just fall-they were disintegrated into pure dust, vanishing mid-motion.

  And yet-when the light faded-

  Gwen blinked.

  She was unharmed. Not a single scratch. The scientist too, coughing but alive. So were the kidnappers.

  The chips. He had used them as shielding nodes, projecting a micro-barrier around each target.

  In the center of the room, Unknown stood still, smoke rising from his clothes. His shoulders trembled slightly. He was breathing hard now-each breath sharp, labored. The explosion had taken its toll.

  His hands lowered slowly, fingers twitching as the last sparks of energy faded from his skin.

  Sirens wailed.

  Police swarmed into the garage level. Unknown had tipped them off while tailing the van, transmitting coordinates and a live feed using the microchip tracker he'd dropped earlier.

  The area was secured in minutes.

  Gwen and Unknown were guided back up, emergency lights flashing around them. The moment they surfaced, Unknown handed a small memory card to one of the senior officers.

  "Here," he said plainly. "Full operation recording. All of it's there."

  The officer nodded, already calling it in.

  Unknown turned to Gwen. His tone was sharp, commanding.

  "You. Go back. Never talk about this again."

  Gwen blinked, stunned. "I'm... I'm lost," she said softly. "I don’t even know where my luggage is... or where my college is..."

  Unknown sighed. A long, deep breath. Then, softer this time, without turning around-

  "Fine. Follow me."

  The two of them started to walk into the neon-lit streets as the chaos behind them faded under the control of authorities.

  But far above, unseen by either of them, the golden-white dressed man hovered once again over the skyline.

  His eyes scanned the city below-calculating, watching them both walk.

  He tilted his head slightly, speaking to no one.

  "Everything looks fine... is problem in future?" he murmured to himself, voice low and strange.

  And then-

  He vanished without a trace.

  What do you think...?

  Who really is the golden-white dressed man—ally, or something far more dangerous?

  “Is the problem in the future?”… What did he see that no one else could?

  Gwen survived tonight—but is she truly safe, or has the real game only just begun?