Joey stood transfixed with Chris and Rodri, astonished at what they saw in front of them. It was unbelievable that he would see living beings in such an unfamiliar form, they were not what they had studied in books or seen on television. Their features and environment indicated incredible intelligence.

They had an elaborate way of moving, remarkably similar to human movement. Their homes, although similar to ours, were uniquely different, from the geometric designs to the colors used, indicative of their special culture.

In the distance, the city looked like a huge spider's web, dotted with luminous threads. The residents have their own means of transportation, including railways and locomotives that extend to unknown places in this underworld.

“Joey, what do we do now?” Chris asked with confusion evident in his eyes.

Rhodri stood next to them, looking at the place in amazement, “It is unprecedentedly frightening, and we do not know whether these creatures are hostile or not.”

As they talk, light continues to leak from the illuminated path, highlighting the dark corners of their surroundings, adding to the mystery and tension in the atmosphere.

Rhodri delivered his logical words, causing confusion and anxiety in our souls. “We won't find a way out if we stay here without moving. We have to move,” he said in a firm voice. While he was talking, I took out the notebook Gary had given me, and leafed through its pages, looking for any clue that might guide us. "Do you remember how those signs got us to the elevator? Maybe there's another elevator we can use instead of the one that broke down." I was trying to reassure them, if only a little, pretending to be confident that these notes would get us out. I was as scared and nervous as they were, but I tried not to show it. The morning was normal until we decided to look for Gary, hoping that he would help us uncover some secrets of the company we were investigating... but now... the situation had turned into something else unexpected. Even Rhodri, who was holding his composure, showed signs of tension on his face for the first time.

So, we had no choice but to move forward and look for a way out before the situation got worse.

After we moved from the alley in which we were hiding, we were walking randomly, without knowing where we were in this mysterious city. What we discovered after a short time is that these creatures are not as hostile as we thought. I opened Gary's notebook again, hoping to find something that would point me to the exit just as he had directed me to this area, but to no avail. The more I tried to understand his handwriting or the drawn symbols and shapes, the more they seemed to lack logic to me.

We continue walking aimlessly through the alleys of the city of “The Unknowns,” the name chosen by Chris, my friend who walks beside me. There was no better name at that time; It was nicer than “monsters” or “strange creatures.” We didn't know if they could communicate with us, but their human appearance - clothes and shoes - was enough to make us understand that they were not stupid or ignorant creatures. All we did was walk among them without saying a word.

As we continued walking, I was scanning the notebook for anything that might be of use. Rhodri approached me and put his hand on my shoulder, whispering in my ear, “The eyes are noticeably gathering on us, haven’t you noticed that?” His observation was correct; The eyes of the "unknown people" began to focus on us in a disturbing way, and the more we moved, the more eyes were following us. “There are two possibilities,” Chris began to whisper in broken words, “either they will catch us and eat us to the bone or...”

Before Chris could complete his sentence, he bumped into one of the "Unknown Ones" who looked at him with six glowing eyes and said, "Who's going to be devoured?" This word was enough to draw expressions of horror and astonishment on our faces. Quickly, Rodri pulled his bat from his bag and pointed it at the "unknown" as a defensive measure, a look of terror and tension on his face.

In that moment, as eyes gathered on us with an unfamiliar intensity, and voices whispered in secret, we realized that we were in the heart of an unusual event. I closed my notebook, it seemed useless in this tense situation. I approached Rodri, trying to calm him down and persuade him to put down the racket, but he was holding on to it as a shield from any potential danger.

"Come on, Joey, let's get out of here right away. They're looking at you with confusion, and you know I don't like feeling flustered, right?" I said in a tense tone.

"I know that, but look around, they're surrounding us from all sides. And Rodri... if we don't convince him to put down the racket now, he might bring us more trouble." Chris nodded in agreement and headed towards Rhodri to help him abandon his weapon. We were trying to calm things down, but Rhodri was too caught up in his stress, unable to listen to us.

Chris, who was trying to calm Rhodri, felt a shiver run through his body. It wasn't because of the "unknown" stares, but because of something else entirely. There was one "unknown" person staring at him steadily, his eyes not moving. He was wearing a mask that hid his features, and he was the only one wearing a mask of them all. The mask is white to grey, and in the center are three large dots forming a red pyramidal triangle.

Chris kept staring at the “unknown person” with concentration, as if there was a silent communication between them, until another “unknown person” cut off this communication with a clear tone of annoyance, “I really preach here too?!” He advanced towards us with heavy steps, like a raging bull the size of a hippopotamus running a marathon.

As excitement and tension mount, they have no choice but to flee from confronting the angry Anonymous. Rodri slowly lowered his bat, stepping back, while Joey took off running forward, warning the others to follow him before it was too late.

**With lightning speed**, Joey and Rodri rushed through the crowd, ignoring the "unknowns" who stood like silent specters. Their fear was not of them, but of the “unknown” that was chasing them like a raging bull. Chris, who was trailing behind in the run, took one last look at the unknown man with the mask, but he disappeared like a shadow in the fog, without a trace.

Chris did not allow himself to be distracted by the masked "unknown", but rather increased his speed, trying to catch up with Rodri. But the rampaging unknown person was approaching him with hasty steps, and the distance between them was rapidly shrinking!

Suddenly, Rhodri turned right and Chris followed without thinking, finding themselves on a dead end street. "Damn! Now we're going to end up!" Rhodri shouted, pointing his bat at the unknown person who blocked the path behind them with his huge body. "Where's Joey?" Chris shouted loudly, but Joey was gone.

The agitated unknown person approached, and in a loud voice said, “What brings you, humans, here?” His eyes widen and his nose flares as he smells them, "You smell completely different from the men in black suits." They retreated until they hit the end of the wall, with no escape.

As the huge unknown approached, it seemed as if it was about to announce their inevitable fate, but suddenly, a long iron chain snaked around it, restricting its movement and slowing its crawl while the heavy iron chains advanced, wrapping around the huge unknown like a snake hugging its prey with a tight grip. He struggles violently, his muscles stiffening under the pressure, the chains creaking under the weight of his immense strength. The pressure builds until it seems as if the chains will burst from the force.

**"Now, one!"** The masked man's voice shouted a decisive command, as if it was a signal to start a fateful battle. From above, another masked unknown person swoops down like a hawk, descending at lightning speed, and landing on the head of the raging unknown person with a resounding blow. The echo echoes in the dark alleys, and the raging unknown staggers like a mountain facing an earthquake.

The two masked men move in perfect harmony, like dancers in a deadly battle. Leaping around their massive opponent, they land their blows with surgical precision. Every move is calculated, every blow carries the weight of fate. The unknown, rampaging man tries to fight back, raising his arms like a bulwark to protect himself from the oncoming storm of blows.

In a moment he finds a loophole, and launches a powerful punch that splits the air, directed at the first masked person. The blow carries enormous force, enough to topple a wall, but the masked man nimbly dodges it, sliding aside like a shadow moving in the night.

In the heart of the intense battle, where blows echo like thunder, the third masked man pounces with agility and agility, directing his long chain towards the raging unknown, binding his feet with a force resembling the fist of justice. Anger explodes in the eyes of the raging unknown person, and with one resounding movement like a lion's roar, he breaks the chains that shackle his giant body. He rushes with the force of violent storms towards the first masked person, but before he reaches him, another masked person appears, with two dots on his mask, stopping him with a strong blow to the face that freezes his movement like an arrow hitting its target precisely.

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The third masked person moves with the ease of the breeze, re-tieing the chain around the neck of the raging unknown person, pulling him back with a force similar to the force of nature, suffocating him and paralyzing him. Meanwhile, the first masked person takes out a long, black, shiny leather stick the size of a hand. He rushes forward with it at lightning speed and strikes the middle of the head of the agitated unknown person with such force and precision that he forces the air out of his mouth violently, as if it were a knockout blow.

**Finally...** The unknown, agitated man falls to the ground, his huge body hitting the dirt. He does not seem to move. He lost consciousness in a silence similar to the silence of the night after a storm.

The three masked people gather in one place, and the third masked person approaches Chris and Rhodri. He approaches them and asks in a voice coming out of his mask as if he were speaking from a walkie-talkie, “Where is the third of you... Weren’t you three... Where is the boy who was holding the notebook?” His voice fills the space, carrying with it a sound of seriousness and mystery.

Five minutes ago:

Five minutes ago, Joey had been floundering among the 'unknown' creatures, dodging and swaying in a desperate attempt to escape the person chasing them. “Come on guys, we'll be able to evade him if we pass through these crowds!” Joey shouted, thinking his comrades were following him. But when he pushed himself out of the crowd, he found himself alone in a vast square. He looked behind him, expecting to see Chris, "Looks like we finally got away from him... He got lost in the crowd, didn't he, Chris?" But the silence that followed his words revealed the bitter truth... They had dispersed and dispersed while passing through the crowd.

at present

Right now, Joey is pacing back and forth, wondering how he can find his comrades or at least pinpoint his location in this mysterious area. At least he knows that he is hundreds of meters underground, far from the surface of the Earth. In a desperate attempt, Gary opens his notebook again, hoping to find a topographic map of the place. He turns the pages one by one, but to no avail. However, when he stopped turning the pages, he noticed something drawn on the notebook. He got up from the ground and looked at the square he was in, and for the first time he noticed the giant statue standing in front of him, which he had not paid attention to before because of his stress from being separated from his friends. He looked at the notebook, where the giant statue standing in front of him perfectly matched the drawing in the notebook. He began to think that if the statue drawn in the notebook looked like the one in front of him, maybe he would find a way to find out exactly where it was. He approaches the statue that was built in the middle of a large water fountain, hoping that he will find evidence that will lead him to his missing companions.

“This statue seems to have been built on a warrior or perhaps a knight,” Joey said with curious looks in his eyes. The shape of the statue was that of a man standing upright and holding a long black sword in his right hand. He was looking up with a sparkle in his eye, a hexagonal star.

Joey stood, staring curiously at the statue towering before him. “This statue seems designed in the shape of a warrior or knight perhaps...” Joey muttered, looking at the man standing upright, his right hand holding a long black sword, his eyes looking up, where a hexagonal star gleamed.

The statue, sitting in the middle of the water fountain, was a captivating sight, attracting the unknown people who stood near it as if it were a national treasure they cherished. They take out strange camera-like gadgets and take pictures. “Wow, they finally look a lot like us...” Joey whispered to himself, but he quickly immersed his feet in the fountain water, looking for a view from which he could locate himself. But he was soon distracted by the symbols written inside the notebook, pointing to the statue, and next to it was a warning: “Please stay away, danger.”

Joey tensed for a moment due to the warning, but he quickly ignored it and began searching for the symbols in the notebook near the fountain. He searched here and there, his shoes getting wet with water, but he did not stop searching. When he approached the center of the fountain, where the statue was standing, he noticed that he pressed something under the water as if it were a planted mine. He tensed for a moment, and when he quickly raised his foot, nothing happened. The tension disappeared from his face and he breathed a sigh of relief, saying, “Thank God...” But before he could complete his words, the water beneath him began to seep downwards, forming a huge hole that swallowed him in a matter of seconds, without him being able to Completing his scream, he disappeared into the depths of the hole that disappeared behind him.

Chris and Rowdy currently:

In the crowd of overlapping voices and faces, the question was echoing in their minds, “Did you not hear me? Where is the third of you?” Rhodri's voice cut through the noise, as he turned to Chris and asked sharply, "Where is your friend? Weren't you following him?" Chris, trying to understand the situation, responded nervously, "You were the one behind him and following him, and I was behind you and following you. Didn't you notice his direction? He was right in front of us!"

Rhodri, inhaling a deep breath, tried to calm his mind, “Maybe we got separated while entering the crowd. I wasn’t concentrating well because there were so many unknown people around me.” The two stand puzzled, thinking of a way to find their missing friend, "How can we find him now when we don't even know where we are?"

Suddenly, Masked Number Three interrupted them with a reassuring voice, “Don’t worry, maybe you will find him if you search in the center of this district. It is one of the very large areas, and it is difficult for a person to move to a far place easily. Perhaps he also noticed your disappearance and decided to search for you as well.”

After they listened to his words, they agreed with him. A minute of silence and staring at each other, then Rhodri decided to break this silence by asking, "Who are you guys, or what kind of unknowns are you?" The three masked men remain silent without responding, their faces fixed, but Chris responds to him, “They are good people, don’t you see? They helped us get rid of that raging monster.”

Rhodri, still hesitating, replies, "I don't deny it, but I don't feel safe here, or with them. I don't even know who you are, or why you helped us..." Masked Number Two approaches him and says impulsively, "Haha, haven't you noticed?" Is this, you idiot? We are the Rams...” But he was interrupted by the masked man wearing the number one, as he lightly hit his colleague in the head and said to them, “We are just masked people saving some children who are in trouble... so there is no need to thank them, Kan.” "It's our duty. It seems we will go now." Masked Number Two waves goodbye to them and Masked Number One follows after he takes off.

**Masked One and Two** disappear into the shadows, but **Third** stands tall like a knight's column, striding confidently towards **Rhodri and Chris**. With a voice full of confidence and assertiveness, he announces: “I'm sure you'll find your mate soon, so if you want to get out of here, all you have to do is head east out of the district. You'll find two huge stone pillars... and from there, on your way out!”

With his words finished, the masked man turns to leave, but **Chris** stops him with a curious question: “Where are you going now?” The masked man glances back, and answers in a tone laden with mystery: “Not long, but we are going to the locomotive dead zones, so get out of here safely, and goodbye.” And with that, he walks off without saying anything else, leaving a cloud of questions behind him.

Rhodri, holding the thread of hope, comments in a voice filled with determination: "At least we have a glimpse of the way out now. All we have to do is find that idiot John quickly." Chris, nodding in agreement, clenches his hands in preparation for the next task, and then they move together.

at this time

Like ghosts, **two shadows** glide at breakneck speed across the rooftops, their footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. The first one asks in a voice that is almost a whisper: “When will three of us join us, one?” "Don't worry too much, he's right behind us," comes the reply reassuring, like a light night breeze.

In perfect harmony, **Masked Number Three** joins the night dance, moving briskly and carefully asking: “Which locomotives are we going to target, one?” As they continued their rapid movement, the answer came firmly: “It does not matter which locomotives we target, what is important is that we stop them before they deliver this shipment tonight at any cost!”

Thus, their shadows disappear into the darkness of the horizon without a trace.

"Joey right now"

From a height of **ten metres**, **Joey** falls through a mysterious hole in the ceiling, but a pool of water filled with algae cushions his fall. He muttered wonderingly as he looked around: “What the hell happened...” He finds himself in another cave, great and majestic, its walls decorated with ancient rock engravings and letters. Joey gets up, trying to understand how he got from a fountain to this mysterious cave. The cave is a bit dark, but the moss on the walls glows with a faint blue light, adding a magical touch to the place.

Joey approaches the walls, examining the inscriptions carefully. “Wow, I think this is from their own stone age.” He murmurs admiringly. He notices drawings of unknown creatures, some of them gigantic, and their effects on human drawings. It is not only strange, but surprising that humans and these creatures are gathered in one place, and each of them carries in his hand what looks like weapons.

Joey continues to examine the engravings, and notices a warrior holding a sword with a starry gleam in his eyes. "Were they in a war, or what? Looks like they were facing something dangerous…" Joey wonders, his voice filled with confusion. His gaze stops at engravings depicting huge circular masses emitting lights. “Were they fighting the sun...” Joey whispers, trying to decipher this anc

ient mystery.

To be continued in the next chapter...