Episode 04
ATHY’S APARTMENT – MORNING (9:00 AM)
Athy’s phone won’t stop buzzing. It vibrates against the counter — texts, missed calls, alerts piling in. Athy doesn’t look at it. Doesn’t need to.
Eiralyn
*sleepy, groggy* Dadda… your phone’s angry
Astraeus
*flipping a pancake in the kitchen, dryly speaking * Let it be angry
He walks past it, ignoring the screen lighting up again.
TV ANCHOR
The internet is in chaos this morning after the mysterious appearance of a figure now dubbed… Flames.
TV MONTAGE (VARIOUS OVERLAPPING VOICES)
“Who is Flames?”
TV MONTAGE (VARIOUS OVERLAPPING VOICES)
“Too fast, too clean, too perfect—”
TV MONTAGE (VARIOUS OVERLAPPING VOICES)
“Is he even human?”
TV MONTAGE (VARIOUS OVERLAPPING VOICES)
“Some say he’s a myth. Others say he’s a message.”
GOVERNMENT AGENCY – SAME TIME
Chaos. Officials clustered around monitors and conference tables.
Agent 01
*too shocked to be breathing* What are we looking at here? Is this edited?
Agent 02
No metadata tampering. It’s real footage.
Agent 03
*squinting at screen* That silhouette… I’ve seen that stance before.
Agent 04
* low, unnerved* We’ve been watching Flames for years. No footage. No slip-ups. But this? This is—
Agent 02
Too clean. Too surgical. No body left behind. No blood. Hell, not even a footprint.
Agent 05
*with quiet awe* You really don’t get it, do you?
Agent 05
* leans in* This is the Reckless Flame. And I think… he’s been playing us since day one.
The room falls silent. Uneasy glances pass. Doubt creeps in.
Agent 01
*murmuring* Was he ever on our side?
ATHY’S APARTMENT – LATER THAT MORNING
Athy walks back in. Drops his coat. The TV’s still on — replaying the viral footage in slow motion. Eira’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, transfixed.
TV ANCHOR
Captured on security cam: a shadow gliding through alleyways — no confirmed identity. Only a name. Flames.
Athy freezes, his reflection caught in the screen. Eira turns to look at him.
Eiralyn
*big round eyes* dadda’s on T.Vagain!!
Eiralyn
*pointing towards the screen*
Astraeus
*holds the very hand that was pointing and turns her around*
Astraeus
How many times, have I told you no T.V before bath. Go get cleaned up now.
Eiralyn
*pouting but listens anyway*
Posts, retweets, viral memes flood the screen. Headlines scroll.
SOCIAL MEDIA VOICES (OVERLAPPING, RAPID-FIRE)
“Dark angel or devil?”
SOCIAL MEDIA VOICES (OVERLAPPING, RAPID-FIRE)
“Modern myth!”
SOCIAL MEDIA VOICES (OVERLAPPING, RAPID-FIRE)
“#FlamesIsReal”
SOCIAL MEDIA VOICES (OVERLAPPING, RAPID-FIRE)
“Hero or weapon?”
SOCIAL MEDIA VOICES (OVERLAPPING, RAPID-FIRE)
“Catch him if you can.”
A conspiracy theorist speaks in a livestream.
THEORIST
*intense, pointing to screen* Look at his movement — frame by frame. It’s not human. It’s something… other. He’s here for a reason. And we’re not ready.
Athy stares at the screen. The world dissecting his shadow. Picking apart a version of him that never asked to be seen. He turns toward the bedroom, where Eira sleeps peacefully.
Eiralyn
*snuggles closer in sleep* dadda.. candy..
Astraeus
*holds her tighter and whispers a gentle kiss to her hair*
It’s me again <(￣︶￣)>
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