… 07:46 a.m.
The sun was already high in the sky.
And the bustling streets of Metro City were covered in its beautiful rays of light.
Inside the grandness of Emma's Mansion, Scott slumped over in his cluttered room.
He was spread in a swivel chair, looking like a tired zombie.
His head tilted at an odd angle as soft but frequent snores escaped him.
The table in front of him was strewn with blueprints, sketches of upgrades for Brigid's suit, and even a handful of hand-drawn designs for action figures he had painstakingly conceptualized.
By this time, the Arcforge Omni-Fabricator had already fully designed the super suit and action figures.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Marcus stepped into the room. His sharp eyes scanned the chaotic space before they landed on Scott who was still deep in his exhausted slumber. Marcus tiptoed closer, leaned down, and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
