New York City, USA The moment Megan opened the door to her apartment, she knew her night wasn't going to be a usual one. Not that she had usual nights to begin with, to be honest. A psychologist by profession, Megan was no stranger to the unusual. From dawn to dusk, in her little ground floor corner office, Months Counseling, her clients included a range from awkward college students, to stay-at-home parents, to overworked office goers, even sometimes to the high and mighty but still radically depressed elites of the city. They all brought with them their own batch of weirdness factor to dump on her lap and leave there when their session was complete; and truth be told, she didn't mind it one bit. Thing is, Megan had discovered from her childhood that

The elevator deposited Megan and Dennis on the sub-basement level of the building, the doors sliding open to reveal a long, narrow, empty corridor ahead."Where are we?" she asked."Where the magic happens," he replied, smiling.Dennis stepped out into the corridor and fluorescent lights above became lit almost as if in response to his presence. They revealed that the corridor wasn't quite as barren as Megan had first thought.Thing is, on either sides of the wall were large numbers written boldly in red paint. As Megan would soon realise, the paints weren't just paints as whenever Dennis got close to them, they came alive and began to shimmer, reacting to his presence just like the lights seemed to have some minutes earlier.

Five...Four...Three...Two...One.The moment the countdown reached one, the four ballista guns launched their missiles into the air, the projectiles flying with a grace and accuracy that could only have been AI-guided. They soared through the air for some seconds before beginning their descent right towards Adolf."You may want to take cover for this one," Dennis said to Megan who immediately huddled closer as he pressed the screen of his wristwatch and commanded, "Blast protection," and immediately, what looked like a force field covered the both of them.With bated breaths, Megan watched Adolf stare down the missiles coming towards him like he could just will them away with his mind if he wanted; and just as they were a few metres from him, he wrapped his wi

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Megan had expected quite a number of reactions from her question: shock, denial, deflection, even old-fashioned honesty, but those weren't any of what she got. Minutes after she had put forward the question, all Dennis did was stare at her with a neutral expression on his face like he hadn't even heard a single word she said.She began to feel a little uneasy.Thing is, it was starting to dawn on Megan that perhaps the man in front of her was someone she would never be able to pin down. One moment he was friendly, the next he was fierce; one moment open and ready to share, the next sealed off like a crypt hidden down in the very deep levels of the secret mountain base that was Olympus. Dennis jumped from one demeanour to the other like none of them was existentially who he was and that made her very apprehensive of whom he might truly b