"This can't be possible. I remember clearly—no one saw me. This guy is crazy. He doesn't know anything about me."
Stephen thinks to himself.
Stranger: "Yes, you heard it right. I know everything about you. Even this—that you were the one who killed Tank."
Stephen thinks, "What? He knows that I killed Tank? So… will he tell the police now?"
Stranger: "But you don't need to be scared. I won't tell this to anyone."
Stephen:" How do you know that I was the one who killed Tank?"
Stranger: "I had already planned to kill Tank even before you did.
I was going to plan it at the place where Tank kills his enemies, because there are no cameras there, and no residents either. I would have killed him there myself.
When I reached that place, I saw from a distance that Tank was about to beat the shit out of you. But suddenly something happened to him, and you took advantage of that moment and ended up beating the shit out of him instead.
After that, you ran away in fear.
I got out of my car and went to check Tank—to see whether he was really dead or not, because I wanted to kill him myself.
While I was checking him, suddenly you started running back toward that place. I immediately went back to my car. It had already gotten quite late. I thought the Citadel people might show up, and then I'd be fucked too.
So I started the car and left from there.
You must have heard the sound."
Yes—this was the same sound that Stephen heard, and out of fear, he ran away from that place.
Stephen:" Then why were you keeping an eye on me at the café?"
Stranger: "I wasn't keeping any fucking eye on you. I just came there to drink coffee.
But how the hell was I supposed to know that some idiot like you would beat the shit out of a member of the Super Five? You completely surpassed me."
Stephen: Then how do you know my name?
Stranger:" After seeing all this, I started watching you. You felt interesting to me.
I kept wondering what actually happened to Tank. Then I found out that you're a biotechnologist. I understood it right away—you must've created something.
I even went to your house to learn more about you. And there I saw a serum tube left open in your room. That's when I realized—you're one hell of a guy.
I even know your address — "122/31 DVLN Street."
Stephen: So you were the one who attacked the Super Five today?
Stranger:" The remote was in my hands, which means—yeah, I did all of that.
And now listen carefully. I know about you, and you know about me. So we should work together. Otherwise, I'll tell everyone how Tank died, and then you'll be fucked.
Or you can tell everyone about me, and then both of us will be fucked together. Hahaha."
Stephen: But why should I work with you?
Stranger: Because you're a biotechnologist, and I'm a mechatronics engineer. And if we team up, we can easily fuck the Super Five.
Stephen: I already killed Tank. I don't want to kill anyone anymore.
Stranger:" Such a stupid fool. They'll find you one day for sure, and then you'll be done.
And anyway, I already know exactly how Tank died. Heh heh heh.
So now you'll do one thing—you'll hide my truth, and I'll hide yours.
And from tomorrow, you'll work with me. Meet me tomorrow at Bright City Stadium.There's still a lot I need to tell you."
Stephen: I…
Stephen is about to say something when suddenly Armin shows up.
Armin: Hey! What the hell are you doing here? I searched for you everywhere!
Armin grabs Stephen's hand and starts pulling him away. As he's dragging him, the stranger shouts loudly-
Stranger: Stephen! Don't you want to know my name? My name is Victor!
Armin: Stephen, who is this guy? What were you two talking about?
Stephen: Nobody. He just dragged me here. He was trying to help me, but he seemed crazy.
Armin: Are you okay, Stephen? You've started to seem… different lately.
Stephen:" I'm absolutely fine. And I haven't changed—I'm still the same Stephen."
Armin and Stephen are having this conversation while running. After hearing Stephen, Armin looks at him for five seconds. Stephen starts smiling so that Armin doesn't get suspicious.
Stephen is now caught in a trap of his own making.
He must live two lives at once—
one ordinary, harmless, and smiling…
and the other brutal, blood-soaked, and unforgiving.
To survive, he must walk both paths together.
He must breathe like a normal man,
speak like a normal man,
laugh like a normal man—
while hiding the truth that could destroy him.
From the outside, Stephen appears unchanged.
Calm. Functional. Human.
But inside, his mind is struck by blow after blow.
Guilt coils around his heart like a venomous serpent.
Fear whispers in every silence.
Each step he takes feels like walking on the edge of a blade—
one mistake, one slip,
and everything will collapse.
Yet he has no choice.
He must carry the weight.
He must endure the shock.
He must control the chaos within him.
Because survival is no longer about living.
It is about not getting caught.
Mr. Sonic:"What the fuck—what just happened all of a sudden? Who did this?"
Supergirl:"Doesn't matter, I'm going to check on the people—to see if they're okay or not."
Fantastic Guy:"I'm coming too."
Mr. Sonic:"Looks like I'll have to go as well."
Supergirl, Fantastic Guy, and Mr. Sonic are about to leave when suddenly Mighty Guy speaks—
Mighty Guy:"You're not going anywhere, Mr. Sonic."
Mighty Guy is burning with rage—his teeth clenched, his eyes turning red.
Mr. Sonic:"What's wrong with you, Mighty?"
Mighty Guy snaps and shouts—
Mighty Guy:"Sir! Yes sir! No sir! Only sir!
Got it?"
Mr. Sonic lowers his head and eyes in fear.
Mr. Sonic:"Yes… sir."
Mighty Guy:"Now tell me—what the hell is going on?"
Mr. Sonic:"What's going on? What do you mean, sir?"
Mighty Guy:"Motherfucker! You still don't get it?
First Tank gets killed.
Then missiles are fired at us.
And after the explosion—your name appears.
Explain this shit to me.
Did you and Tank do something together?"
Mr. Sonic:"I don't know, sir.
And Tank and I didn't do anything together—I swear on my life.
Yes, I've killed many people.
I've killed people's friends, families, girlfriends, boyfriends.
It's possible they're taking revenge on me now."
Mighty Guy:"Bastards… why can't you people ever do anything properly?
You should've killed all of them.
You should never have given them a chance to attack us."
Mighty Guy takes a deep breath. His voice turns emotional.
Mighty Guy:"Listen, brother… I've already lost one brother.
I don't want to lose you too.
Go now. Check if the people are alright.
And once you're done, inform everyone—we're going to have an important meeting."
Mr. Sonic speeds off, helping people.
While helping, he notices a man staring at him.
Something feels off.
Mr. Sonic :"Oh, hello! Come here for a moment."
The man approaches.
It's Victor.
Mr. Sonic:"What are you doing here so calmly?"
Victor:"I came to listen to the Super Five's speech.
When the missile attack happened, I got scared—what if something happened to the Super Five?
Especially you.
But then I remembered—you're the Super Five.
Who the hell can defeat you?
When I found out you were all safe, I felt really happy.
By the way, I'm a huge fan of yours.
You're my favorite supe.
Can I take a photo with you?"
Mr. Sonic takes a photo with him.
As Victor speaks, Mr. Sonic feels a strange déjà vu.
Mr. Sonic:"You feel… familiar."
Victor:"Because I've met you before.
Back then, my right eye was fine."
Mr. Sonic feels something strange again.
Mr. Sonic:"What happened to your right eye?"
Victor:"Once, I got into a fight with a guy.
He was strong. Very fast.
I lost badly—got beaten to shit.
And then he smashed my right eye."
Mr. Sonic:"Alright… okay.
You can go now."
Victor:"Okayyy. I'm leaving.
Take care of yourself—because anything can happen."
Mr. Sonic:"Yeah. Go now."
Victor walks away.
Stephen – New House Scene
Stephen is cooking food in his new house.
He's extremely tense and depressed.
To calm himself, he starts listening to music.
Suddenly, he looks out the window.
Three black cars pull up in front of his house.
Police officers step out of the cars.
From the middle car, a tall, slim man steps out.
He's wearing extremely expensive clothes and accessories—
a silver coat and pants, sunglasses, and a luxury watch.
The man walks up to Stephen's door and knocks.
Stephen freezes.
His heartbeat skyrockets.
Sweat pours down his face.
He starts gasping for breath.
His entire body begins to tremble.
Stephen was about to flee through the back window.
In his panic, he knocked over the food simmering in the cooker, spilling it everywhere.
Then a line from the song plays—
"Your pulse is racing, sweat drips low,
But fear is just a shadow show.
Calm your face, don't let them see,
The smartest lie is serenity."
(Demons – Imagine Dragons)
By listening this,Stephen takes a deep breath.
He forces himself to calm down.
Stops shaking.
Wipes the sweat from his face.
He hurriedly cleans up the spilled food and the dirty floor, his movements rushed and frantic.
He gathers himself, puts on a confident expression, and opens the door.
The moment the door opens, the man in the silver coat speaks very calmly, a perfectly controlled, confident side-smile resting on his face.-
"You took a long time to open the door."
Stephen: Who are you people?
Catcher: We're the police. It's written on the car as well. And if you still don't believe it, you can check my card.
Stephen: Police? What are you doing here? Do you have a warrant?
Catcher: For questioning, a warrant isn't required, my friend. And anyway, we've questioned every house in this area. Now, if you allow us, we'd like to come inside and talk properly.
Stephen: Alright… fine.
Stephen lets them in. Catcher enters, followed by two other police officers.
Catcher: By the way, I'm the best detective in this state. My real name is Abraham, but you can call me Catcher.
Stephen: What do you want to ask?
Catcher: Alright then, let's come straight to the point. Where were you on Sunday?
Stephen: Sundayyyy… on Sunday, I was in my hotel room.
Catcher: You do know what happened on Sunday, right?
Stephen: I don't know. Something must've happened. What happened?
Catcher: On Sunday, Tank—the Super Five member—was murdered.
Stephen: Ohhh… yeah, I remember now.
Catcher: Did you go anywhere on Sunday? Or did someone come to meet you?
Stephen: No, no one came. And I didn't go anywhere either. I was at home watching a movie.
Catcher: No—someone definitely came. Think carefully.
Stephen: Seriously, no one came. And I didn't go out anywhere.
Catcher: Enough, Stephen. How long will you keep lying?
Stephen: No, please believe me. No one came, and I didn't go anywhere. I was at home watching a movie.
Catcher: You lied again, Stephen. You know I can catch anyone's lies—just like a lie detector machine. People call me a walking lie detector. That's why my name is Catcher.
So tell me—who came to meet you?
Stephen: My friend… Armin came to my room.
Catcher: How many times do I have to tell you—I can catch lies. You know that? I have twenty years of experience. Every criminal I've ever caught talks just like you.
So tell me the truth—who came to meet you?
Was it Tank?
Hearing this, Stephen freaks the fuck out. Sweat starts pouring down his body. He begins to tremble. His heartbeat starts racing. His face confirms pure shock.
Stephen feels like this is it—today is his last day.
Catcher: Stephen, why are you silent? I didn't ask a difficult question. Just answer in yes or no.
Oh look, guys—poor Stephen is sweating now. I can hear his heartbeat. His fingers are shaking too.
Why is that, Stephen? You're innocent, right?
Stephen's mind goes blank. He's about to answer when suddenly the door opens, and a police officer whispers something into Catcher's ear.
Catcher: Wow, Stephen! What luck you have! Looks like God himself decided to save you today. I've got an urgent matter to attend to.
Yes, I know—there's no case more important than Tank's murder. But this one is personal, so I have to leave today.
Consider this—luck saved your ass today. If I had stayed a little longer, you might've ended up behind bars.
But I'm a hundred percent sure—you won't be saved next time.
I'll come back. Be ready.
And yeah—don't knock over the cooker while cooking.
With that, Catcher and the police officers leave.
Stephen lets out a long breath, finally relaxing. He sits down on the bed, puts his hands on his head, stares at the floor, and begins to think.
Citadel-
Mighty Guy:How much longer is Ashley going to take?
Supergirl:She's about to arrive, sir.
Mighty Guy:Looks like we'll have to start the meeting without her.
Ashley:I'm here, sir.
Mighty Guy:Since you're here, you start.
Ashley:Sir, the situation is bad.
Because one missile successfully exploded, the Super Five's ratings have dropped.
We've started an investigation to find out who's behind all this.
We'll get to the bottom of it soon.
Mighty Guy:Alright. Now tell me—what about Tank's case?
Ashley:I've assigned an experienced detective to the case.
His name is Abraham, and he's also a supe.
He can detect lies.
His powers work like a lie detector machine.
People call him Catcher.
Mighty Guy:Fine. Now tell me—does anyone here know something about Mr. Sonic?
Has he been reacting strangely lately?
Do any of you feel like he's hiding something?
Everyone sitting in the meeting stays silent.
Fantastic Guy:No. Mr. Sonic seems normal.
Mr. Sonic:Sir… do you not trust me?
Mighty Guy:I don't trust anyone.
Mr. Sonic:So does that mean the missile attacker and Tank's killer are the same person?
Ashley:Yes, it's possible.
Fantastic Guy:No. That's not possible.
Supergirl:Why?
Fantastic Guy:Because the person who killed Tank didn't plan anything.
He killed Tank to save his own life.
But the attack during the speech was well planned.
We haven't found a single person we can suspect.
Whoever did it acted at the perfect moment, from hiding.
Either he wanted to kill us…
or he knew we wouldn't die and did it to challenge us—
and to fuck with Mr. Sonic.
Mr. Sonic:So that means we have two enemies?
Mighty Guy:Not two. Three.
Supergirl:Three? How? Who's the third?
Mighty Guy:The third one is my enemy—not yours.
Anyway, right now the priority is fixing our ratings.
For that, tomorrow we'll spend the entire day helping people.
Deliberately helping them.
The more help you provide, the better it'll be for us.
So tomorrow morning, meet me here at 7 a.m.
Now go.
Everyone starts heading to their rooms.
Just then, Mr. Sonic stops Mighty Guy.
Mr. Sonic:When you were in Bloodhound, we once faced a lizard-like villain.
He was saying a lot of fucked-up things about you.
He wanted to meet you.
He claimed you killed his wife.
He was about to reveal more.
I thought he might expose one of your secrets, so I killed him.
Tell me—what was that about?
Was he your third enemy?
Mighty Guy:You did the right thing by killing him.
But don't get involved in this—it's my matter.
And anyway, worry about yourself.
Make sure someone doesn't end up killing you.
Saying this, Mighty Guy walks away.
Mr. Sonic freezes.
His face tightens.
Something feels very wrong.
It was night.
A group of people were beating Mr. Sonic and his friend with hockey sticks.
One of them stepped forward and smashed Mr. Sonic with the stick.
Suddenly—
His eyes closed....
His eyes opened again....
Now he saw himself lying on a stretcher. Doctors and nurses were rushing him somewhere, treating him while shouting—
"Keep your eyes open. Don't close them."
His eyes closed again....
His eyes opened.
He was in the ICU. Needles were pierced into his body. Machines beeped around him.
He turned his head—and saw his friend lying unconscious on the bed beside him.
His eyes closed again.....
His eyes opened.
A doctor was injecting something into his shoulder.
Inside the syringe was a black-colored liquid, slowly being pushed into his body.
His eyes closed again...
His eyes opened.
A thirteen-year-old boy was standing in front of him, staring with hatred.
"Alex,You killed my brother," the boy said.
"You're the one who got him beaten."
His eyes closed again....
His eyes opened.
He was lying on the ground.
He could feel blood on his face.
He touched his face—his hands were soaked in blood.
He looked up.
Victor was standing there, holding a steel rod.
Victor spoke calmly—
Victor : "Blood for blood."
Before Mr. Sonic could react, Victor drove the rod straight into his eye.
Mr.Sonic : "AAAHHH! NO! MY EYE!"
Mr. Sonic screamed and suddenly sat up.
Breathing heavily.
He touched his face. His eyes.
Everything was fine.
No blood.
No wound.
He turned the lights on.
It was a nightmare.
His heart was pounding violently. Sweat covered his body.
He rushed to the mirror, checking his eyes again and again, as if afraid they might disappear.
Then he whispered to himself—
Mr.Sonic : "Fuck… how did I not recognize that man?"It Was Victor"