(Robotic dimension)
The robotic dimension never felt alive—but it was never dead either.
Silver corridors stretched endlessly, their walls layered with transparent panels displaying flowing data. Blue light reflected off metallic floors, giving every movement a cold, calculated echo. Inside the central research sector, Olive stood silently, watching the rotating hologram of Mission D.
His posture was calm, but his mind was not.
"Any update?" Olive asked, his voice steady.
An assistant standing behind him hesitated, fingers twitching nervously over a control pad. "Sir… there was activity."
Olive turned slowly.
"The dimensional traveler responded," the assistant continued. "For less than a second."
"A second?" Olive repeated.
"Yes, sir. Then the activation stopped completely."
Silence filled the chamber.
Olive folded his arms. "That means it worked."
"Yes, sir. But whoever activated it… stopped it intentionally."
Olive's eyes narrowed. "So the operator only wanted confirmation."
"Yes."
"Watch it closely," Olive ordered. "Even the smallest fluctuation. Even a shadow of movement."
"Yes, sir."
The assistant hesitated again. "Sir… what about the missing confidential document?"
Olive exhaled slowly, the tension briefly surfacing. "Sergain is handling it."
"The boy?" the assistant asked cautiously.
Olive's gaze hardened. "Yes. The boy."
"He's only twenty-two."
Olive turned fully now. "Young minds don't follow patterns—they break them. Old minds trust experience. Young ones question it."
The assistant nodded silently.
"Sergain will solve this," Olive added. "And if he does… it benefits him too."
In Sergain's home...
Darkness.
The sound of distant machines hummed faintly through the walls of Sergein's small apartment. His room was messy—clothes thrown over a chair, data tablets scattered on the floor. Sergein lay sprawled across the bed, still wearing yesterday's shirt.
He hadn't slept.
He had collapsed.
His mind replayed frozen CCTV frames over and over—moments where time itself seemed to glitch. Corrupted seconds. Missing visuals. Too perfect to be accidental.
The phone rang.
Once.
Twice.
Third ring.
Sergain groaned. "Y—yeah… this is Sergain… what do you like to have from me..."
"Where are you?" Olive's voice cut sharply through the haze.
Sergain blinked hard, sitting up. He came to reality "Sir—uncle—I was just sleeping, sorry."
"At eleven?"
"I was up all night," Sergain replied quickly. "I checked every CCTV feed. Every angle. I didn't miss anything."
Silence spreaded in the call.
"…Did you find something?" Olive asked.
"Yes," Sergain said firmly now. "But I need to explain it in person. I'll show you. In the lab."
"Be here in thirty minutes, Don't be late young man."
After this conversation Olive ended the call.
Sergain stared at the phone, then smiled faintly. He is motivating himself by saying "I will finish this!"
The hunt was real now.
(Modern dimension)
Neon lights flashed violently against the dark street. Music thundered from inside the club, shaking the ground beneath their feet. Erika stepped forward first, her face calm, unreadable. Scott followed, uneasy, his instincts screaming.
Five men stood ahead.
Black clothes. Heavy boots. Still bodies.
A gang.
"This doesn't look good," Scott whispered.
"We're just here to talk," the leader said.
Erika tilted her head. "Then talk. I'm listening."
Scott leaned closer. "Erika… if they wanted to talk, why come like this?"
"Don't interfere," she said softly. "I'll handle it."
The leader smirked. "Your attitude is wrong. In underground fights, respect matters. You acted like your opponent was weak."
"I never said that," Erika replied.
"You didn't need to," he snapped. "Your silence did."
Scott clenched his fists.
"This is your warning," the leader continued. "Zip your mouth. Next time—stay quiet."
Erika smiled.
A dangerous smile.
"I don't need advice to live my life," she said calmly. "I speak when I want."
One man stepped forward angrily. "She's talking too much."
Another lunged.
Everything exploded.
Erika caught his leg mid-air, twisted, and slammed him into the ground. Scott jumped in instinctively, fighting two men at once. Pain shot through his leg as someone kicked from behind.
"Scott!" Erika shouted.
Something snapped inside her.
She moved like a weapon—clean, precise, furious. One by one, bodies fell. The leader tried to retreat.
She grabbed him.
"You don't fight strangers based on lies," she said coldly. "You learn first."
She dropped him. He ran by saying " mama... mama..."
They ran.
Scott collapsed. "I… can't walk."
Without hesitation, Erika lifted him in a bridal style.
Scott turned red. "Please don't carry me like this, I cannot go home in this position, please Erika please..."
Joel appeared.
"What happened?" she asked.
"He fell down the stairs," Erika replied instantly.
Scott's soul left his body. Scott didn't expect Joel at that time.
Joel suggested a physiotherapist. And they three went to the hospital.
Inside the clinic, Scott sat like a scolded child. Outside, Erika and Joel talked. Erika asked joel that what she is actually thinking about scott. Then joel replied that
"He's kind," Joel said. "But he avoids confrontation."
"I know," Erika replied softly. "I keep telling him."
Scott overheard everything.
And it hurt.
(Historic dimension)
In victor's room, he was reading a letter slowly.
A knock echoed.
"Come in."
Jaccob entered. "My lord. News from our spies."
" The soldiers who caught by William might have an execution soon but the date was not confirmed.."
Victor's jaw tightened. "Send men. Watch closely."
Jaccob bowed, smiling inwardly.
When he came outside, he sent a message.
To William. Jaccob expected a great clash between them and he strongly believes that his dreams would come true.
(Robotic dimension)
Sergain stood beside Olive.
"The CCTV crash occurred only within a specific radius," Sergain explained. "Outside that range, everything works perfectly."
He wanted to check once again where the document was kept and they returned to the crime scene.
Sergain clearly checking the place and at last he flipped the dustbin which was kept aside.
A card fell out.
IC07073667.
"When was the dustbin last cleaned?" Sergain asked.
"The day before the document went missing," Olive replied. Sergain said "We should go more deeper in this case".
Sergain nodded slowly and said "Hence Confirmed Someone inside helped them."
Olive stared at the card.
"This isn't theft," Sergain said. "It's infiltration."