Puron Psych

Puron Psych
In a world suffocated by the aftermath of catastrophe, a beacon of hope emerges: Yani, a child whose very blood holds the key to Westona's survival. Dr. Harper Stulks, his devoted caretaker, navigates a treacherous landscape of scientific ambition and hidden dangers. But when a ghost from the past—the formidable and feared Hyde—reappears, threatening to shatter their fragile peace, Harper is thrust into a desperate fight to protect Yani, uncover the truth behind Hyde's return, and decipher the true purpose of Puron before Westona succumbs to its own dark secrets. Will she escape the clutches of a madman and save the future, or will her dedication lead to an even greater peril?

The air in the Westonan Science Facility hummed with a sterile, almost oppressive quiet. Dr. Harper Stulks, her dark brown Afro hair neatly tied back, adjusted her glasses, her gaze fixed on the small boy before her. Yani, with his long black hair and dark brown eyes, gripped her hand, his small frame still and silent as the tall, red-haired scientist drew blood.

"Does it hurt?" Harper asked softly, her thumb gently stroking the back of Yani's hand. His lips pressed into a tight frown, his gaze unwavering from the needle.

"No," Yani's voice was a mere quiver, a soft denial that Harper knew was a lie. She sighed, her eyes following the scientist as he abruptly left the room, leaving them alone.

"You're a bad liar, Yani," she murmured, brushing his hair behind his ear. "Today's your birthday. Four years old, can you believe it?"

A small smile, rare and precious, touched Yani's lips. Harper squeezed his cold hand. She had promised him ice cream, a rare treat. A small celebration for a child who was anything but ordinary.

Just as she gathered her notes, the robotic voice of the intercom cut through the quiet: "Dr. Stulks, report to Dr. Bomb's office, immediately."

A knot tightened in Harper's stomach. Her heart pounded a nervous rhythm against her ribs. She had a bad feeling about this. A very bad feeling.