THE DISASTERs
Ravien’s investigation was still underway, and all suspicions about his mysterious disappearance pointed toward the factory. Inside its towering walls, the lady manager had just learned about the unusual vanishing of their employee, Ravien, at the company’s newly renowned facility. The very permissions she had once proudly granted now weighed heavily on her, twisting into a burden she could hardly bear.
She knew at any moment the media could storm the company with relentless questions. Lost in this anxious thought, her phone suddenly rang, making her jump in fright. Trembling, she picked it up—only to hear her fellow managers blaming her, their voices sharp and demanding, bombarding her with questions about the media, about Ravien, about the permissions she had signed.
Before she could even respond, the blaring horn of a van echoed from the ground floor. She rushed to the balcony and looked down, her heart sinking as she spotted the media crowd gathering at the locked front doors of the company. Still holding the phone to her ear, she cut the call without giving a single answer.
Her fear deepened, her pulse racing, for she now knew the nightmare had arrived—the media was here.
And with that, our scene shifted back to the factory…
The factory security had grown far more powerful than before, making things difficult for Ravien. While inside the dim chamber room, Ravien’s trembling eyes fell upon a large circular, glowing red button. Out of desperation, he pressed it. At once, the cold glass walls of the small chamber lit up with a blinding glow.
To his horror, Ravien saw a terrifying, twisted monster, its flesh burning and its body screaming in agony as acid leaked mercilessly inside the chamber. The sight froze him; his whole body shook violently. He could not even process what he had done. Then, piercing through the silence, a blood-curdling scream echoed. Ravien knew instantly—he had to act fast. Heart racing, he tried to hide quickly in the shadows.
Suddenly, the lights flickered and turned blood-red, signaling a dreadful emergency. Thm... Thmm... Thmmmm... The monster emerged—its grotesque form now fully visible, with long jagged nails, massive hands and legs, enormous oval eyes, and razor-sharp teeth, all dripping with anger and madness.
A shrill, metallic voice burst from the speakers, announcing the emergency. The screen on the wall flickered, showing chilling warnings: Escape immediately. Subject identified: Experiment 2020.
Experiment 2020 roared and lunged at the steel door, tearing at it with his monstrous claws and gnashing teeth. The reinforced glass cracked, locks bent, and finally, with a thunderous crash, the door fell to the ground. 2020 stormed into the room, his glowing red eyes scanning hungrily for life.
He ran toward the emergency chamber at the corner, but his movements faltered. Once, the 2020 had been human—just like Experiment 1010. During the horrific experiments of soul transference, he began to shake violently, fragments of his lost consciousness clawing their way back. He struggled, his body torn between beast and man.
Desperate, a doctor had once injected him with MD03—a vicious formula used on raging animals. It was a concoction of pain and acid, designed to freeze animal brains for hours. But in humans, its cruel side effects left lasting scars, shattering minds and turning them into broken shells. In 2020’s case, the injection had been given in haste, halting the transference midway at only 66%. His soul was trapped between forms, fractured and incomplete.
Experiment 1010, his brother—the most brilliant child—had once been the pride of the laboratory. Remembering him, 2020 howled with unbearable fury. He hurled tables, smashed instruments, and shook the entire chamber to its foundation.
Then, in his wrath, he shattered the emergency chamber itself. The chamber lights blazed red, alarms screamed, and the factory shook with chaos.
The terrifying screams that followed echoed through the entire lab, shaking the very walls.
But tell me, reader—are you truly certain of what happened to Ravien? Were those chilling screams his own… or the monstrous cries of Experiment 2020?
You and I are both terrified. Yet the truth lies beyond this page. To uncover what truly became of Ravien, you must turn to the next chapter—where the twist awaits.
Seen shifted to the lady.
As the woman and her daughter stepped out of the headquarters, the CBI team remained inside, analyzing every scrap of evidence. The tracker logs, the container surveillance, and the half-corrupted data left inside the Brain Castover all hinted at something deeper.
A senior officer spoke quietly to his team: “This isn’t random. The mention of micro-authority gangs fits a larger pattern. They’ve been silent for months… until now. Someone wants this device in circulation again. And that means our problems are only beginning.”
Meanwhile, the lady couldn’t shake the weight of the officer’s words. If the man had truly erased his past crimes, then he would awaken in custody as an innocent in his own mind. A man without guilt, without memory, without the very chains that could bind him to justice.
Her daughter tugged her sleeve softly and whispered, “Mama… will they let him go?”
One of the officers said politely, NO but we will protect her okay.
Daughter: oh yeah! I can play with him again as the next drama to "polite silent"
She had no answer.
At the same moment, inside the detention wing of the CBI headquarters, the kidnapper stirred in his cot. His eyes opened slowly, scanning the sterile white walls with no recognition. The man’s past—his sins, his fears, his loyalties—were gone. What remained was confusion.
A doctor monitoring the process noted his vitals. “He’s stable. Memory profile reads empty… like a newborn adult.”
The CBI officer standing nearby folded his arms. “Or like a weapon wiped clean, ready to be reprogrammed.”
That thought chilled the room. For if the micro-authority or another hidden hand reclaimed him, the man could be shaped into anything—an innocent pawn or a perfect tool.
The lady didn’t know it yet, but her part in this story was far from over. The device she carried to save her daughter had opened a door into a war of memory, power, and identity. And somewhere, beyond the city lights, someone else was watching, waiting for the next move.
