Maya sat quietly outside the motel.
The plastic chair beneath her creaked slightly as she leaned back, eyes fixed on the towering skyscraper in the distance. Its glass surface reflected the fading light of the evening sky—cold, distant… untouchable.
She didn't move.
Didn't blink.
Just watched.
Then—
The motel door opened.
Void stepped out.
Calm. Casual. Like nothing in the world could touch him.
He didn't look around. Didn't hesitate.
He walked straight to a parked car, opened the door, and got in.
The engine roared to life.
And just like that—
He was gone.
Maya's eyes narrowed slightly.
Then she stood.
No rush. No panic.
Just quiet intent.
And she began walking… toward the skyscraper.
Scene Shift
The motel room was small.
Dim lighting. Worn walls. Silence.
Bat leaned against the wall while Nick sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing in particular.
Then—
Nick: "I told you people would help us."
Bat glanced at him.
Bat: "Yeah… but I didn't think they actually would."
Nick shrugged lightly.
Nick: "You need to trust people more."
Bat let out a quiet breath.
Bat: "Sure."
A pause.
Then—
Nick: "Wanna go buy some meat?"
Bat slowly turned his head.
Bat: "Nick… you just ate."
Nick frowned.
Nick: "That burger? You call that food?"
He stood up immediately.
Nick: "No. I want real food. A huge portion. Meat."
Bat stared at him for a second…
Then shook his head.
Bat: "...Fine. Let's go."
And just like that—
They left.
Scene Shift
Darkness.
A room hidden from the world.
The Director stood alone.
In front of him—multiple screens flickered to life.
Figures.
No faces.
Just silhouettes.
Watching.
Judging.
Then—
Figure One: "How many are left?"
The Director remained still.
Director: "Several failed… not many remain."
A pause.
Figure Two: "We didn't ask for a vague answer."
The air grew heavier.
Figure Two: "We asked for a number."
Silence.
Then—
Director: "...Ten."
A shift.
Even the screens seemed to react.
Figure Three: "Ten?"
A sharp tone.
Figure Three: "What do you mean ten?"
The Director's jaw tightened.
Director: "We did everything we could. There was nothing else—"
Figure Four: "Ten is not enough."
Cold. Final.
Figure Four: "We need more."
The Director lowered his gaze slightly.
Director: "If we continue… people will notice. They'll start asking questions."
A brief silence.
Then—
Figure One: "Let us worry about that."
A pause.
Figure One: "Your job, Director… is to create more hybrids."
The words sank in.
Heavy.
Figure One: "Nothing more. Nothing less."
A beat.
Figure One: "Do you understand… or should we replace you?"
The threat lingered.
Sharp.
Clear.
The Director exhaled slowly.
Director: "...I understand."
All the figures spoke at once.
All: "Good."
The screens went black.
Silence returned.
The Director stood alone—
In the dark.
Scene Shift
Sky moved quickly through the streets.
Annoyed.
Frustrated.
Sky: "Tch… stupid bike."
He clicked his tongue.
Sky: "Guess I'm doing this on foot."
He slowed down.
Eyes scanning.
Calculating.
Then he stopped.
A narrow space.
An old spot.
He crouched.
Touched the ground.
Looked around.
Nothing.
No presence.
No trace—
Except…
A bag.
He picked it up.
Opened it.
Inside—
Scraps.
Barely anything.
Sky's eyes sharpened.
Sky (murmuring): "They're hungry…"
He stood.
Thinking.
Analyzing.
Sky: "If they're hungry… they'll need money."
His gaze shifted to the street.
People passing.
Crowds moving.
Normal life.
Then—
It clicked.
Sky: "They'll beg…"
A pause.
Then deeper thought.
Layered.
Precise.
Sky: "After that… they'll look for somewhere cheap."
His eyes narrowed.
Sky: "A motel. An inn."
A faint smirk appeared.
Cold.
Certain.
Sky: "Found you."