The laboratory was enormous—far larger than any conventional research facility. Metallic floors reflected the glow of holographic screens, and thick cables snaked along the walls like veins feeding a living organism. Giant monitors covered every surface, each one streaming endless lines of data, biological charts, neural scans, and unfamiliar symbols that pulsed as if alive.

At the center of the room, the largest screen displayed four complete profiles.

Emily.
Lisa.
Two unidentified boys.

Their faces were frozen in captured images, eyes half-lidded beneath anesthesia, bodies mapped beside complex genetic codes and fluctuating energy readings.

The automatic doors slid open with a hiss.

An old professor stepped inside, his white lab coat freshly pressed, his posture rigid and controlled. His sharp eyes scanned the room before settling on the screens.

Prof.1:
“Have you checked all their tests? Are all the key data complete?”

An assistant straightened immediately.

Assistant:
“Yes, sir. They’re all within the required age range… and they are the same individuals the chairman personally selected.”

Prof.1 clasped his hands behind his back, studying the profiles.

Prof.1:
“Good. And they were all captured at the same time?”

Assistant:
“Yes, sir.”

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Prof.1’s lips.

Prof.1:
“Excellent. Then let’s proceed today.”

The assistant hesitated.

Assistant:
“Sir… there’s one issue.”

Prof.1’s smile vanished.

Prof.1:
“What is it?”

The assistant swallowed.

Assistant:
“When our men retrieved the two girls… one of them resisted strongly before being restrained.”

Prof.1’s eyes darkened.

Assistant:
“She sustained a superficial wound to the head.”

—

The memory replayed vividly.

As the cloth was forced toward Emily’s face, she stretched her hand forward, realizing escape was impossible. her Instinct took over.

As She clenched her fist and slammed it backward into her abductor’s jaw, snapping his head sideways. Another man grabbed her elbow; she leaned into him and kicked him with all her strength.

but he was fast...

too fast!  

His leg swept hers from under her, making her head struck the ground hard.

knocking her unconscious in a way that was never part of the plan.

—

Back in the control room, Prof.1’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

Prof.1:
“Are you serious?”

His tone was calm—but lethal.

Prof.1:
“We cannot afford any errors. Even the slightest injury could compromise the entire experiment.”

He stepped closer to the assistant.

Prof.1:
“Have the medical team double their treatments. I want that wound completely closed.”

He emphasized every word.

Prof.1:
“I don’t want a single flaw in their bodies. Not even a scratch. Not before the experiment.”

Assistant:
“Yes, sir.”

The other professors gathered inside the control room overlooking the containment chamber—a massive, glass-walled hall where four medical beds waited beneath mechanical arms and descending cables.

Prof.2:
“Only four subjects?”

He frowned at the screens.

Prof.2:
“They told us there would be six. Where are the others?”

Another professor adjusted his glasses, scrolling through data on his tablet.

Prof.4:
“I just spoke with the chairman.”

The room stilled.

Prof.4:
“He won’t be coming today.”

Several heads turned toward him.

Prof.4:
“He wants to see the results of these four first… before increasing the number.”

Prof.3:
“What do you mean he’s not coming?”

Prof.1 turned sharply.

Prof.1:
“We can’t proceed like this. The protocol requires six subjects.”

Prof.4 remained calm.

Too calm.

Prof.4:
“If the experiment succeeds,” he said evenly,
“we can confirm that the procedure is stable for the remaining two.”

He lifted his gaze toward the chamber below.

Prof.4:
“But if something goes wrong…”

He paused.

Prof.4:
“…we won’t lose two.”

The room seemed to shrink.

Prof.4:
“We’ll lose them all.”

A breath was held somewhere.

Then, quietly—

Prof.4:
“And I assume none of you wants a repeat of the last incident…
here.”

No one spoke.

No one asked him to clarify.

The hum of the machines suddenly felt louder—
as if the walls themselves remembered.

Prof.2:
“…Then who will lead the mission?”

Prof.4 straightened.

Prof.4:
“I will take full responsibility.”

He met Prof.1’s eyes without flinching.

Prof.4:
“You can inform the chairman once we’re done.”

Prof.1 studied him for a long moment.

Prof.1:
“…Very well.”

He turned to the assistants.

Prof.1:
“Run the final tests. We begin in one hour.”

—

Doctors moved swiftly.

The four beds were wheeled into the central chamber, surrounded by towering machinery and mechanical restraints. Transparent capsules descended from above, enclosing the unconscious teenagers.

For a fleeting second, Lisa’s eyes fluttered open.

She saw two professors speaking behind the glass.

Then the anesthetic pulled her back into darkness.

The experiment began.

Needles pierced skin.
Tubes connected veins to humming machines.
Radiation levels scrolled endlessly across the monitors.

The capsules sealed.

Energy surged.

Assistant:
“Vitals are stable. No complications detected.”

Prof.3:
“The cells are adapting… they’ve accepted the changes.”

He exhaled.

Prof.3:
“The experiment worked.”

Prof.1:
“Good. Place them in the launch capsules and prepare them for transport.”

Massive cylindrical pods rolled forward, locking the capsules inside.

A deep vibration shook the room.

A gate—circular, blinding, and impossible—opened in midair.

Assistant:
“Final dimension loaded. Energy levels balanced. Awaiting command.”

Prof.1 nodded.

Prof.1:
“Begin the transfer.”

One capsule vanished into the portal.

Then another.

Then the third  and forth.

Then—

An alarm blared.

A fifth capsule appeared on the screen.

Prof.3:
“Wait—what’s that?! There should only be four!”

Prof.1:
“There are four!”

He spun toward the control panels.

Prof.1:
“Who authorized the fifth capsule?! Where is Prof.4?!”

Inside the unauthorized capsule sat Prof.4 himself.

Calm.
Focused.

Typing coordinates.

Then—

Explosions tore through the generators.

Screens shattered.

The lab plunged into chaos.

Prof.4 chuckled softly.

Prof.4:
“Heh… that was fun.”

The portal flared violently as he launched himself through it—
followed by massive transport vehicles unlike any capsule before.

Prof.1:
“What’s happening?! Who’s handling security?! Have we been hacked?!”

Assistant:
“We’ve lost all system control! All data has been compromised!”

Prof.1:
“Abort the experiment! Send them back immediately!”

The assistant reached for the emergency communicator—

Too late.

A violent explosion ripped through the control room.

Contact was lost.

—

High above an unfamiliar world, the capsules tore through the atmosphere like bullets, ripping clouds apart before slamming into rolling green hills.

The impact should have killed them.

But the anesthetic saved their lives.

—

One capsule jolted violently.

Electric surges forced a boy awake.

He screamed, slamming his head against the transparent lid.

Boy 1:
“What—what is this?!”

The scanner read his fingerprints.

The capsule hissed open.

Cold wind struck his face.
Sunlight blinded him.

Endless green stretched before his eyes.

He stepped out… then clutched his head as pain exploded behind his eyes.

“Where am I…?”

Smoke drifted nearby.

Three more capsules lay scattered across the hill.

He ran to them, panicked.

Boy 1:
“Wake up! Wake up!”

One by one, the others stirred—groaning, disoriented, clutching their heads.

Emily opened her eyes.

Emily:
“…What is this place?”

The other boy swallowed.

“…Where… are we?”