"Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong~"
At 11 PM, the bell suddenly rang loudly in Jay William's small house. He sat in the living room, the faint yellow light casting shadows on the dark grass outside. The bell continued relentlessly, each ring making Jay sit up straight, though he remained calm.
Looking out the window, he saw the deserted ground bathed in sparse streetlights. The bell kept ringing at regular intervals. Jay got up from the sofa, adjusting his vest meticulously before stepping towards the door.
Outside, the bell still echoed. Jay opened the door slowly, streetlight reflecting on his face. A cold breeze passed by, furrowing Jay's brow slightly. Peering into the darkness beyond, he saw no one behind the heavy wooden door. He raised his hand, catching the fleeting wind.
"Is anyone there?" Jay asked calmly, his voice echoing in the silent night.
No answer came.
The bell continued its relentless rhythm, hypnotic in its consistency. Jay calmly placed his hand on the door handle, ready to open it fully. The glaring streetlight made him squint, but outside, there was nothing but the quiet night and the persistent ringing bell.
Under the dim light from the hallway, Jay slowly opened the door. Before him stood a man a head taller, broad shoulders accentuated by the distant light. Even in the faint glimpse, Jay could discern the arrogant beauty of the man before him. Behind him were two others, a man and a woman, less prominent but with pleasant faces.
Despite their first meeting, neither looked at the other with murderous intent. The man in front seemed unimpressed with Jay, and unfortunately, Jay had no sympathy for him either. Assessing him from above, he appeared sophisticated and not shabby, which was why there was no reason for him to seek out a man living near a slum and who was so rude. Besides, Jay didn't like others looking at him like that.
"Who the hell are you?" Jay asked hoarsely, raising his voice.
Around Jay, the sparkling yellow light from neighboring houses glittered, but everything seemed dim and distant. Before he could decide, a faint, subtle, and powerful scent hit Jay's nose head-on. Dizzy, panting breath and the feeling of overpowering strength, Jay felt dizzy. He collapsed to the floor, hands still covering his nose, trying to resist this imposed force.
Under the spell of Pheromone, all of Jay's control and reason seemed to vanish. He felt his body being torn apart, a natural reaction to the powerful scent he had never experienced before. While trying to regain consciousness in vain, Jay looked up, and the first thing that struck his eyes was a man with green pupils and a sneering mouth facing him. Although slightly blurry, he could see the two people behind the man wearing gas masks.
Jay weakly spoke, "Tha..t's t-t-terrifying."
Jay fell into a state of delirium with labored breath.
Grace glanced at Daniel and said, "That's enough, Daniel. Another surge, and he'll be squeezed to death by your Pheromone."
"Damn it, even with the mask on, the smell is so strong," Robert added.
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In the heart of London during the 1830s, a mysterious story spread among the dark alleys and ancient pubs. It was about a powerful chemical substance known as "Pheromone."
Legend has it that many years ago, deep underground in a laboratory, a group of scientists discovered this substance. It wasn't just an ordinary pheromone; it had the ability to control human emotions and behavior. Leading the research was Dr. Alexander Grant, a brilliant yet enigmatic scientist.
Alexander dedicated his life to studying pheromones, hoping it could be used to improve society by enhancing empathy and understanding among people. However, during his research, he uncovered a dark secret. Pheromone not only could induce positive emotions but also could trigger negative ones, even violence. Upon discovering this, Alexander commented that, "Pheromone is a terrifying substance that can cause wars if not controlled in time." After making the "Tamate" box open he disappeared without leaving any trace as if he had truly not had a real existence in the world.
After this event, strange reports began to emerge throughout the city. Ordinary people suddenly became unusually aggressive and violent, while others became irresistibly charming and attractive. Other scientists tried to reproduce Alexander's research, but none succeeded.
During the chaos, a secret organization called "The Whisperers" began to emerge, claiming to be the heirs of Alexander's research. They used pheromones to manipulate society, creating complex conspiracies and exploiting the weak. People lived in fear and confusion, not knowing who could be the next victim of this chemical.
Many years later, a young journalist named Ethan Carter decided to uncover the truth about pheromones and Alexander's disappearance. He followed clues, from old newspapers to surviving witnesses. During his investigation, Ethan discovered that the government was also involved, trying to cover up failed experiments and scandals related to pheromones.
Ethan eventually found Alexander's hiding place. It turned out he wasn't dead but had hidden himself in a small village in the countryside, continuing his research and trying to find a way to destroy pheromones. Alexander revealed that the only way to neutralize pheromones was to use it itself but at a contrasting frequency, creating a chemical balance.
In the final battle against "The Whisperers," Ethan and Alexander collaborated to neutralize all pheromones in the city. The villains were defeated, and the city gradually returned to normal. However, Alexander warned that pheromones still existed and could be exploited again if not tightly controlled. Before passing away, Alexander made a terrifying prophecy: "Pheromones will be the cause of war and terror!"
And true to his prophecy, Pheromone became a phenomenon causing mental crises for people worldwide in 1911. Pheromone drove people insane and entangled them in legal matters. In 1913, to prevent further Pheromone crises, the British Royal Family established an agency named PSD - Psychological Security Department.
PSD was authorized by the royal family to control all individuals who lost control due to Pheromone and issued red alerts regarding gender division, Alpha and Omega. At that time, ordinary people were called Beta, and they enjoyed a peaceful life after PSD emerged and operated up to the present day. Although PSD continues to exist today with the same purpose as before, there was a miracle before that. In 1998, there were two boys and one girl who could control Pheromone and were known as a turning point in human history.
"Yes, and those three children were the first superior Alphas of humanity - Theta," Daniel said, humming a melody under his breath. Jay remained paralyzed for a week due to Daniel's Pheromone and still hadn't awakened. Meanwhile, Christopher was deeply concerned about Jay's disappearance the day after the cyber attack campaign. Christopher was so furious that he could have said he had truly turned the whole city upside down, yet there was still no hope in sight.
Daniel sat on the sofa, one hand resting on the bed, watching Jay lying there. "Grace, why hasn't he woken up yet?"
Grace glanced at Daniel with her other hand, adjusting Jay's protein and calcium infusion pouch. "He still needs some shock resistance. Don't rush it; at least let him recover from the shock."
"I probably won't shock . Tell me, who the fuck are you?" Jay spoke from the bed, glaring at Daniel and Grace, although he was still lying down.