Later that evening, a video leaked online.
Shaky footage, clearly recorded in secret. The quality was bad, but the content? Unforgettable.
A young man stood in front of a military truck, hands raised. He didn't speak. He didn't resist. He simply stood there as soldiers approached.
Then—without warning—his skin turned metallic.
The bullets fired at him crumpled on impact. He raised his hand, and the air around him shattered like glass, sending soldiers flying.
One word flashed across the bottom of the video in bold red letters:
> "UNCLASSIFIED TYPE - DANGER LEVEL UNKNOWN"
The video cut out, but the comments had already exploded.
> "This is real???"
"Nigeria has superhumans now?"
"They're calling them Hunters?"
Anthony and Confidence sat together in the dark, faces lit by the dim glow of his phone screen.
Neither said anything.
Because they'd both seen something else—something only those like them could see.
Behind the boy's glowing eyes… something moved.
Not human. Not natural.
Like a second presence.
"Did you notice it?" Confidence asked.
Anthony nodded slowly. "Yeah. That wasn't just him. Something else was looking out."
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At 1 a.m., Anthony's sleep was broken by a low buzz.
Not from outside.
From inside him.
He sat up, breath caught in his throat. His hands glowed faintly beneath the skin—barely visible. But it was there.
Like something waking up.
He stepped into the hallway. The power was still out, yet he could see everything clearly. Too clearly. Every detail—the fibers on the couch, the fine cracks in the wall, the heartbeat of his sister sleeping in the next room.
Then it stopped.
And his vision returned to normal.
Anthony stared at his hands.
What was happening to him?
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