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The experimental lab was cold and sterile, with dim blue lights casting eerie shadows across the equipment that filled the room.
In the center of the lab, a vertical experimental tube loomed, and inside was a young man with blonde hair.
His eyes were covered with a shiny metal cover, and his arms were cuffed behind his back.
The only sound was the soft whirring of machinery and the steady beeping of the equipment surrounding the tube.
The man lay motionless, struggling to recall how he had ended up in this strange and unfamiliar situation.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps echoing through the lab.
The subject tensed up, his ears straining as he tried to pinpoint the source of the noise.
He heard the door to the lab open, and the footsteps grew closer.
The subject's breathing quickened, his heart pounding as he waited for whoever was coming to make their move.
He desperately wanted to see what was happening, but the metal cover over his eyes prevented him from seeing anything.
The unknown man continued to work silently, attaching thin wire patches to the subject's torso.
The subject felt a strange tingling sensation as the patches were applied, but his fear and confusion prevented him from questioning what was happening. Suddenly, a low voice echoed through the lab, "Subject 202 is ready." Before the subject could fully process what he had heard, a jolt of electricity surged through his body.
The shockwaves felt like they were tearing through him, and the pain was unbearable.
The subject let out a guttural scream, tears streaming down his face.
The subject writhed and struggled against the bindings that held him in place, desperate for respite from the shockwaves rippling through his body.
He clenched his jaw in pain, his breathing coming in ragged gasps.
The man took a step back, observing the subject with a cold, clinical detachment.
The subject could sense the man's gaze on him, but with his eyes covered, he couldn't see anything.
Finally, the shockwaves subsided, leaving the subject trembling and gasping for air.
He winced as the man detached the wire patches from his torso, leaving a stinging sensation in their place.
The scene shifts to Morning sunlight streams through the window, casting a warm glow across the room.
Erica, a young girl with fiery red hair, is sleeping soundly, her arms wrapped tightly around a pillow.
Suddenly, her brother enters the room and moves to the windows, pulling the curtains aside to let the sunlight in.
"Erica, time to wake up," he calls, walking towards her bed.
Erica stirs, but only nods in her sleep, not fully awake yet.
Her brother chuckles and leaves the room, heading to the kitchen to make a coffee.
Meanwhile, Erica groggily opens her eyes.
Erica groans, stretching and rubbing her eyes.
She glances at the clock on her bedside table and realizes it's time to get up.
So she gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom.
Entering the bathroom, Erica grabs her toothbrush and squeezes a dollop of toothpaste onto the bristles.
As she starts brushing her teeth, the door suddenly swings open and her brother barges in.
"Oh my god! What the...!"
He exclaims, his eyes wide with shock. "What's wrong with your hair, Erica?!"
Erica quickly spits out the toothpaste and looks at her brother with a puzzled expression.
"What do you mean, what's wrong with my hair?" she asks, turning to face him.
Her brother, visibly shaken, points at her hair.
"Your hair... it's all sticking up and messy! It looks like a bird's nest on your head!"
he says with a mix of amusement and bewilderment.
Erica rolls her eyes and looks at herself in the mirror, trying to assess the state of her hair.
It is, indeed, a wild mess, sticking up in all directions like a chaotic explosion.
"Thanks for the update, Sherlock," she replies sarcastically. "I slept with damp hair, what do you expect?"
Erica's brother can't help but burst into laughter at her response.
"Sleeping with damp hair is no excuse for looking like you've just survived a tornado," he teases, shaking his head in amusement.
"Oh, shut up," Erica retorts, playfully swatting him with the end of her toothbrush.
"Not all of us are blessed with perfect hair when we wake up."
Erica's Brother Eric runs his hands through his hair, trying to smooth out the wayward strands.
He puffs his chest out and strikes a confident pose, winking at Erica.
"Well, I can't help but look like a gentleman and handsome all the time," he says, a cocky grin on his face.
Erica looks up from her own hair, which she is still trying to tame, and snorts in amusement.
"Is that why you're still wearing bunny socks, Mr. Detective?" she teases, pointing at his feet.
Eric's grin falters for a moment as he looks down at his bunny socks.
He had honestly forgotten he was wearing them, and now he feels a bit embarrassed.
"Oh, uh, these...?" he stammers, trying to play it cool.
"They're, um, part of my detective disguise.
To fool the criminals, you know?".
Erica bursts out laughing, "Right, because nothing says 'intimidating' like a pair of bunny socks."
Eric moves on to the topic of coffee, forgetting all about his bunny socks for the time being.
He mentions to Erica that there is a fresh cup of coffee waiting for her by her bedside.
Erica nods in appreciation and Eric leaves the bathroom.
Erica gets dressed, putting on a professional attire suitable for her role as a detective assistant.
Even though she hasn't been officially assigned, she helps Eric whenever she can, determined to support his investigations in any way she can.
Once Erica is dressed, she heads out of the bathroom and walks towards her bedside table.
She picks up the cup of coffee, taking a sip of the hot beverage.
The caffeine instantly boosts her energy levels and she feels more alert and awake.
Meanwhile, Eric is in the living room, already dressed in his detective attire.
He checks his watch and impatiently waits for Erica to join him.
He knows that they have a lot of work to do today, and every minute counts.
~to be continues~