AI Hunter Chronicles: Energized (Season 1)

Episode 57: Paper Education

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Hyperion slowly wakes up, only to find himself on the floor of some sort of classroom. He looks around, his vision a blurr due to his sudden awakening. He groans as he notices that his whole body is aching as if he had been in an accident. He tries to sit up straight but only manages to lift his torso slowly, feeling the stiffness in his joints.

Hyperion groans again as he rubs his head and attempts to get his bearings.

Hyperion: H-How... how did I get here...

Hyperion takes a moment to collect himself, his eyes scanning the surroundings. His mind is a whirlwind of confusion as he tries to make sense of the situation. He sits there for a moment, trying to recall the events that led him to this unknown classroom.

Hyperion: Where am I...

He whispers to himself, his voice hoarse and filled with unease. As the memories slowly come back to him, Hyperion's confusion deepens. He winces in pain as he fully recalls the events that had led him here.

Hyperion: The ferry... Quinn... Caesar Finn... the earthquake... it's all coming back to me now...

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. His body still aches from everything that had happened, and he can't shake the feeling of being in danger.

Hyperion's body tenses as he picks up on the faint iron smell in the air. He scans the room for the source of this smell, and a feeling of unease washes over him.

Hyperion: What is that smell... it's like iron, but... it's faint...

He mutters to himself, his senses on high alert. He can't quite pinpoint the source, but he knows something is off.

His hand trembles slightly as he grabs the edge of the desk he has been sitting at.

Hyperion: Something isn't right... I feel like I'm being watched...

He glances around the room, trying to spot any unusual movement or shadows. The smell of iron in the air only adds to his growing anxiety, making his heart race in his chest.

He realizes that there is something on his hands now, something sticky, and red. As Hyperion looks down at his hands, realization sets in. He notices the sticky, red substance on his fingers, and his heart skips a beat. He freezes, his mind racing with questions.

Hyperion: What is this...?

A chill runs down Hyperion's spine as he realizes the source of the smell.

Hyperion: The desk...

He mutters under his breath as he slowly reaches out to examine the desk. He braces himself for whatever he might find his heart pounding in his chest. The metallic smell is overwhelming now, and the air feels thick with tension.

He opens up part of the desk and sees parts of a human body in it. As Hyperion opens the desk and sees the human body parts inside, he gags and stumbles backward, almost knocking over the chair he was sitting on.

Hyperion: What... what the hell...!

His eyes widen in horror as the reality of the situation sets in. His mouth feels dry, and his stomach churns. He can barely believe what he's seeing.

Suddenly, he hears loud footsteps, the sound of shoes clomping against marble. Hyperion knows that he needs to hide, fast. He quickly scans the room for a place to hide. His heartbeat quickens in response to the approaching danger, and he can feel adrenaline coursing through his veins.