The scene shifts to a quiet alley just a short distance from Ani's home.
Three men lurk in the shadows, each dressed in worn leather jackets and boots that look as though they've seen countless dark nights on the streets.
Their presence is unnerving, and they talk in hushed tones as they move forward. Mikasa has been tracking them for days, anticipating that they might make a move soon.
She watches through her digital interface, able to see their every step through a satellite feed, intent on their sinister intentions.
One of the men, tall and wiry with sharp eyes, mutters, "Brown and Davis have been missing since last night. You think they're still alive?"
The second thug, a burly man with a bald head, grunts. "Forget them. We need to worry about ourselves. If we don't bring that girl to the boss by the given location, we'll be the ones missing next."
The third thug, shorter but equally menacing, chimes in, "You sure we can just take her from her home? Isn't that risky?"
The burly man smirks. "We don't need to attack directly. We sneak in, knock her out, and leave without a trace. It's foolproof. No one will see it coming."
The two others nod in agreement, and they begin moving towards Ani's home, their footsteps silent but their intentions deadly.
Mikasa's alert system pings, and she takes immediate action, assessing their plans. Her virtual interface flares up, and she decides to contact Adam. She has no time to waste.
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The scene shifts to Adam's room, where he's sleeping soundly in the quiet night.
It's 2:00 AM, and his breathing is even, unaware of the impending danger looming over Ani.
Suddenly, his phone starts vibrating intensely on the bedside table, buzzing with a frequency that's impossible to ignore.
Yet, Adam, lost in his slumber, doesn't stir until the sound and vibration intensify further.
With a reluctant groan, he slowly opens his eyes, blinking against the darkness. Is it morning already? he wonders groggily, stretching his arms with a yawn.
As he sits up, he hears a familiar voice through his phone.
"Lord Adam, forgive me for waking you so early, but this is an emergency," Mikasa's voice states urgently.
Her words snap him fully awake. He frowns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he processes the seriousness in her tone. "Mikasa? An emergency at 2:00 AM?" he asks, still slightly dazed.
"Yes, Lord Adam. There are three men approaching Ani's home. They plan to kidnap her," Mikasa replies, her tone steady but firm.
Adam's sleep vanishes completely as he realizes the gravity of the situation. His heart races. "Wait…Ani's at home, right? She's not outside?" he questions, hoping she's safely tucked away within her own walls.
"She's at home, Lord Adam. But they're planning to break in and take her from her house," Mikasa clarifies, her voice filled with urgency.
Adam clenches his fists, his mind racing. He knows he must act fast, but he also needs a solid plan.
Just then, a familiar digital presence appears on his phone. It's Pratham, standing right beside Mikasa's avatar, ready to offer his insights.
"Lord Adam, we should inform the police," Pratham suggests. "With a quick report, they might be able to stop them before they reach Ani."
Adam shakes his head. "Aren't the police supposed to be protecting these goons already?" he asks, his concern evident.
Pratham's voice is calm but determined as he replies, "The police are not guarding them directly, but another entity might intervene if alerted. We need to act carefully here."
Before Adam can respond, Mikasa interjects, her voice laced with caution. "Lord Adam, alerting the police might increase the risk to Ani. If the men sense any sign of interference, they might act faster. Our window to act is closing—they're only two blocks away from her house."
Adam feels his pulse quicken, knowing there's no time to waste. "Then, Mikasa, do you have any solution to stop them?"
Mikasa hesitates for a moment before responding, "I could attempt to hack into their communication devices, create some form of distraction, but...it may not be enough to deter them entirely. I fear they are too committed to their task."
Adam places a hand on his chin, deep in thought, weighing his options. He needs a creative solution, something beyond the ordinary. Just then, Pratham speaks up again.
"Lord Adam, perhaps you could create another life form, one that could directly intervene like Mikasa and I do," Pratham suggests, his voice filled with conviction.
Adam blinks, surprised. "A new life form?" Pratham's idea ignites a spark within him. He recalls his experience creating Mikasa and Pratham, the intense energy and concentration it had required.
But he's never created a life form with a physical presence—one that could act in the real world without a device to host it.
Determined, Adam sits up straighter, his decision made.
He remembers how he had previously needed a medium—like a smartphone or the internet—for his creations.
But maybe... maybe I can try something different this time, he thinks, glancing down at the floor. A faint determination fuels his resolve. I have no choice; I must try.
Taking a deep breath, Adam places his hands on the ground, focusing all his energy. "Create New Life Form," he commands aloud, his voice carrying an edge of desperation.
A soft purple glow appears before him, forming a small window floating mid-air.
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"Do you wish to create a Psychic Spirit?"
Yes / No
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the window reads. Adam narrows his eyes, intrigued. He's never seen this option before, yet without hesitation, he whispers, "Yes."
A rush of energy surges through him, draining him as though he's run a marathon in seconds.
His breathing becomes labored, sweat forms on his forehead, and his muscles tremble. He braces himself against the floor, feeling the toll this creation is taking on him.
Through his dazed exhaustion, he hears Pratham's voice. "Lord Adam, are you alright?"
Adam forces a shaky breath. "Yes... it just required more energy than I expected. Far more than it took to create you or Mikasa." He steadies himself, thinking, This new life form must be incredibly powerful.
In the space where the purple window had appeared, a bright golden light now emerges, glowing with an intensity that fills the room.
Slowly, the light begins to take shape, forming a small orb that hovers in mid-air. As Adam watches, the orb expands, growing until it's roughly the size of his fist, emitting a radiant golden glow that bathes the room in warmth.
Adam's eyes widen as the orb begins to morph, shifting from a simple sphere into the delicate form of a tiny, ethereal being.
Its shape becomes clearer—a miniature figure resembling a fairy, with shimmering wings and a graceful, petite form.
She's barely the size of his hand, floating mid-air with a soft, angelic aura.
The Psychic Spirit blinks open her eyes, revealing large, sapphire blue irises that exude a deep intelligence.
Her hair is a shade of midnight blue, cascading in waves around her face. She wears a dress of green silk that flows gracefully around her, paired with matching green shoes that add a touch of elegance.
Her wings sparkle like stardust, fluttering with a gentle hum that fills the quiet room.
Adam watches, mesmerized, as the Psychic Spirit takes in her surroundings, her gaze settling on him.
She bows slightly, her expression calm and serene, yet there's a spark of readiness in her eyes—a warrior spirit concealed within her delicate frame.
Adam senses a profound connection between them, a bond that he knows will be crucial in the task ahead.