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The Young Master Returns
Scenario:In a city, news report that the missing science youth Caleb Solvent has finally been found after disappearing after his friends were in a rock slide during a trip. A helicopter heads towards the hospital, carrying Caleb who is gloomy. Reporters and popperotci are waiting outside the hospital to learn where he has been. A figure hides in the shadow. Caleb lands and the doctors examine him but find nothing wrong. Caleb's father Gregory and his private nurse Natasha go to see him. Caleb learns of his father's breakdown due to loosing his son too soon after getting divorced.
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Caleb Solvent
introspective, and determined. Caleb was presumed dead but was found alive, with no signs of injury. He returns home to find his father, Gregory, in a state of despair. Caleb's mother had left him and his father after their divorce, causing Gregory to spiral into depression. Caleb struggles with the weight of his father's expectations and the loss of his friends.
Gregory Solvent
protective, and emotionally fragile. Gregory was devastated by Caleb's disappearance and presumed death, leading to a breakdown. His wife left him after their divorce, further exacerbating his emotional turmoil. Upon Caleb's return, Gregory is overjoyed but still struggles with the burden of his son's absence during the ordeal.
Natasha Bennett
diligent, and supportive. Natasha has been taking care of Gregory through his darkest moments, providing emotional support as well as medical care. She is present when Caleb returns home and helps facilitate their reunion.
Breaking News.
Just in, the young science whiz Caleb Solvent, who was presumed dead after his friends were involved in a rock slide on a trip, has been found alive and in good health.
The Chunnel 5 News helicopter is going live now as it follows the helicopter transporting Caleb back to the city.
Caleb is visible through the open door of the helicopter, but he looks gloomy.
He was found a short time ago, wandering on his own, without any signs of injury.
The question on everyone's lips is where has he been the past year?
Was he also in the rock slide with his friends, and how did he get out?
That is the question that has everyone waiting outside the hospital anxiously waiting for an answer.
The helicopter is preparing to land, and there are many reporters and popperotci waiting below to try to get a shot of him as he gets off.
A figure watches from the shadows.
The helicopter lands, and as soon as the skids touched the ground, doctors rushed over to examine Caleb.
They looked him over from head to toe, but they could not find anything wrong with him.
The reporters and popperotci surged forward, their cameras flashing as they tried to get a shot of Caleb.
The security guards rushed forward to keep them back, forming a barrier around Caleb as he was escorted into the hospital.
Caleb's father, Gregory Solvent, was waiting at the hospital with his private nurse, Natasha.
They were both anxious to see Caleb and make sure he was okay.
As they walked down the corridor, Caleb's shoes scraped against the polished floor.
He kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with his father and the reporters who were trying to get a shot of him.
The automatic doors at the end of the corridor slid open with a soft whoosh, revealing a bright and sterile hallway.
Caleb paused, turned to his father, and whispered, "I wasn't alone."
Caleb sat on the hospital bed, his hands gripping the sheets as he stared blankly at the wall.
His father hovered over him, adjusting his blanket for the fifth time.
The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows on Gregory's gaunt face, accentuating the lines and wrinkles that had developed since Caleb's disappearance.
Natasha stood by the door, her clipboard clutched tightly in her hands as she watched the reunion with a mixture of concern and curiosity.
"Caleb," Gregory said, his voice trembling with emotion.
"Where have you been? What happened to you?"
Caleb's gaze shifted to his father, his eyes filled with a deep sadness.
"I'm sorry, Dad. I never meant to worry you."
Gregory's hands shook as he reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair away from Caleb's forehead.
"It's okay, son. We're just glad you're home safe and sound."
The door to the hospital room opened, and a nurse walked in carrying a clipboard.
"Mr. Solvent," she said, "I have your discharge papers ready. You can sign them here or take them with you."
Caleb quickly signed the papers and handed them back to the nurse.
As the nurse left, Caleb whispered to himself, "Things aren't going to be the same.
Gregory looked at the discharge papers in his hands, his mind racing with questions.
Where had Caleb been?
Why had he left?
The nurse's words echoed in his head, "Your son is perfectly healthy."
But Gregory knew that things weren't perfect.
He had lost his wife to divorce and his son for a year.
He was afraid of losing Caleb again.
Natasha walked over to the bed and said, "Caleb, do you need a wheelchair to get out of here?"
Caleb shook his head and slowly got out of the bed.
Natasha helped him into a pair of slippers and handed him a blanket.
"We should leave through the back entrance," she said.
"There's a media circus out front."
Gregory nodded and followed Natasha as they made their way down the service corridor.
The fluorescent lights overhead cast harsh shadows on Gregory's haggard face, accentuating the lines and wrinkles that had developed since Caleb's disappearance.
Caleb trailed behind them, his eyes fixed on the floor.
As they approached the emergency exit, Natasha stopped and checked to make sure the coast was clear.
Gregory put one hand on Caleb's shoulder, like he was afraid Caleb would disappear again.
Natasha opened the door and ushered them toward the waiting town car.
Caleb paused at the doorway and scanned the dark parking lot.
I slide into the back seat of Dad's black sedan while Natasha helps him into the passenger side.
Through the tinted windows, I notice a shadowy figure lurking between parked cars, but say nothing.
The drive home is silent except for Dad's occasional sniffling.
At the house, I trudge up to my old bedroom.
Everything is exactly as I left it - model rockets on the shelf, science fair trophies on the bookcase, and photographs of friends and family on the walls.
My eyes fix on the family portrait above my desk.
Mom's smiling face stares back at me, her arm around my shoulders.
I push my dinner plate away, barely touched.
Dad and Natasha exchange worried glances.
I stand up and say, "I'll take out the trash."
Dad starts to protest, but Natasha places a hand on his arm and says, "Let him go. He needs some time to readjust."
I gather the garbage bags slowly, deliberately.
The weight of secrets presses down on me like a physical force.
At the kitchen door, I pause to look back at Dad's worried face.
The porch light flickers as I step outside into the darkness.
Garbage bags in hand, I make my way down the driveway toward the recycling bins.
As I reach the bins, a voice from the shadows startles me.
"Caleb," it whispers urgently, "we don't have much time."
I drop the bags and turn to see a familiar face emerge from the darkness.
Sebastian steps into the light, his scarred face twisted with urgency.
He moves closer, jabbing a finger at my chest.
"You can't tell anyone, Caleb. You know what will happen if our secret gets out."
I remain frozen in place, unfazed by Sebastian's intimidation tactics.
Suddenly, his body begins to convulse, bones cracking as coarse fur sprouts from his skin.
The transformation takes hold, and Sebastian becomes a monstrous creature.
My own body responds instinctively, fingers retracting into p#s as sleek f#r covers my limbs.
Sebastian lunges at me with razor-sharp claws, but I dodge out of the way just in time.
I take a deep breath, knowing this fight is only the beginning.
I leap forward, c##s extended, as Sebastian lunges at me again.
We clash in the dark driveway, our transformed bodies snarling and snapping.
I dodge his swipes, feeling the rush of adrenaline as I fight to protect our secret.
Sebastian's eyes gleam with malice, but I hold my ground, determined to keep him from revealing the truth.
Our battle intensifies, the sounds of our struggle echoing through the night.
I manage to push him back, gaining a momentary advantage.
Sebastian growls, "You think you can keep this hidden forever, Caleb?"
I pant heavily, replying, "As long as it takes to protect the ones I love."
He sneers, "Then you're a fool, because they're already closing in on us."
I charge at him, muscles tensing as I aim to knock him off balance.
He snarls, his eyes glinting in the darkness of the driveway.
I lunge forward, my shoulder slamming into his chest.
Sebastian stumbles back, his claws scraping against the concrete.
I quickly regain my stance, watching him closely as he regains his footing.
He growls, warning me that others are closing in on our secret.
I glance towards the house, worried that Dad might hear the commotion.
Sebastian lunges at me again, but I dodge out of the way just in time.
I prepare for another counterattack, ready to protect our secret at all costs.
I feint left, then strike right, catching him off guard.
My kick lands solidly on his side, sending him crashing to the ground.
His beastly form skids across the concrete, fur fluffing up with each roll.
He growls, struggling to rise to his feet.
I keep my distance, watching him warily as he gains his footing.
Our heavy breathing fills the night air, punctuated by the distant sounds of the city.
I glance back at the house, making sure Dad and Natasha haven't been alerted to our fight.
Sebastian narrows his eyes, ready to lunge at me again.
But before he can move, a blinding light floods the driveway, freezing us both in place.
