(Modern Dimension)
The knock on Erika's door was sharp—urgent, impatient.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Erika!" Scott's voice cut through the quiet corridor. "Come fast. It's already late. We need to go—now."
Erika sat up on the edge of her bed, her mind already alert. She didn't ask where. She didn't ask why. She already knew this tone. It was the same tone Scott used only when something couldn't wait.
"I'm coming," she replied, her voice calm but firm.
Scott didn't wait. His footsteps retreated down the stairs as he muttered, "Wear properly. Don't waste time."
Erika stood before the mirror.
She dressed the way she always did before a fight—tight inner clothing for movement, loose outer layers to hide intent. Nothing flashy. Nothing obvious. Her fingers paused briefly at the sunglasses resting on the table—the ones Mira had given her.
She hesitated.
Then she slid them into her bag.
Downstairs, Rebecca was already in the living room, arms crossed, eyes sharp.
"Where are you both going at this hour?" she asked, her tone suspicious.
Scott answered without missing a beat. "Clubbing."
Rebecca frowned immediately. "I don't like those places."
"I'm eighteen, Mom," Scott snapped back. "I can decide for myself."
Before Rebecca could reply, Erika stepped in smoothly.
"Don't worry," she said gently. "I'll take care of him."
Scott turned sharply. "I don't need anyone to take care of me."
Erika met his eyes. "Sometimes even strong people need backup."
Rebecca studied Erika for a long moment. Finally, she sighed.
"Just… don't drink," she said quietly.
Scott rolled his eyes. "Sure."
Rebecca looked at Erika again—this time with trust. "Bring him back safe."
"We will," Erika replied.
Outside – Near the Hotel
The hotel loomed tall, lights glowing like a false promise of luxury. Scott slowed when he saw someone familiar near the entrance.
"Joel?"
Joel turned, surprised. "Scott? Again you here?"
Scott laughed nervously. "Yeah… funny coincidence, right?"
Joel tilted her head. "Actually, my father bought this hotel."
Scott froze.
"Wait—what?"
"It's his," Joel said casually. "Worth millions."
Scott swallowed. "You serious?"
She nodded. "I just came to see it."
Then she looked at Erika. "You too—I keep seeing you both here. Why?"
Scott panicked. "My cousin's sister's friend is staying here."
He turned to Erika quickly. "Iam Right Erika?"
"Yes," Erika said instantly. "Our friend."
Joel didn't question it. She smiled faintly.
"Take care of your self," she said, and walked away.
As they entered the building, Erika spoke quietly.
"Why did we lie?"
Scott exhaled. "I was scared. What if she knew about the fights?"
"If she truly cares," Erika said, "she would only ask you to stop. Not judge."
Scott stayed silent.After some seconds he said that "Joel 's father is a great business man. He loves his daughter more than anything in this world. He have great image in this society, and I'm sure that he will not even accept me , cause I'm not rich, smart , looking great and in everything I'm too low for her status but still I like her. I have tried so many times to not see her and to not speak to her but I couldn't ". Erika replied " if she likes you back then she will not care about this , she will convince her father. Don't worry just focus on your future and the rest will happen itself".
Underground Arena
The fight wasn't graceful.
Scott's opponent was bigger, heavier, brutal. Every punch rattled Scott's bones. Blood ran from his knuckles. His breath burned.
Erika watched—focused, unreadable.
Don't fall, she thought.
Scott fell once. Got up. Fell again.
Then something snapped.
He fought back—not with anger, but precision.
The final hit dropped the opponent to the floor.
The referee raised Scott's hand.
"Winner!"
Scott smiled weakly, pain flashing in his eyes. After the fight scott and Erika both went to the club. They both were a little excited about this thing.
Neon lights died behind them as they stepped out.
That's when Erika felt it.
Five men.
Black clothes. Still bodies. Watching.
Scott whispered, "This isn't good."
Erika adjusted her stance. Calm. Ready.
(Historic Dimension)
Jaccob received the message and smiled.
"William captured Victor's soldiers?"
His eyes gleamed. "Perfect."
Then the spy arrived.
"They didn't reveal their origin," the spy said.
Victor nodded slowly. "We'll wait."
Jaccob bowed—but inside, his mind twisted.
If Victor doesn't act… William will.
He smiled wider.
(Robotic Dimension )
Sergain stood alone in the lab, screens glowing.
He reviewed every CCTV feed.
Then—blackout.
His jaw tightened.
"Planned," he muttered. "Inside help."
This wasn't theft.
It was war.
Underground of the robotic dimension.
The red-skinned lord listened silently.
"The children's memories are reset," the woman said. "Stored separately."
"Good," he replied coldly. "Erase them permanently later."
His voice was absolute.
"Train them faster."
"Yes, my lord."
Scientist Council
The blue hologram flickered.
"Mission D?" the head demanded.
"We need the watch activated once," an assistant replied.
"Find it."
(Modern Dimension )
Jimmy was trying to find what material the top surface of the dimension traveller was made of. Because of his curiosity he faced a problem. While experimenting...
Jimmy screamed as the material burned his skin.
"This isn't glass…"
Smoke curled upward.
Back Outside the Club
The five men stepped forward.
One smiled.
"We just want to talk." Erika sensed that they were not here to talk but still she controlled her anger and...
Erika stepped ahead of Scott.
Her voice was low.
"Then talk."
The shadows closed in.