Time to hunt

Ram woke up, feeling an unfamiliar surge coursing through his body. He felt stronger, more powerful. Curious, he approached the wall, raising his fist, and threw a punch. To his surprise, his hand struck with incredible force, sending cracks spidering across the wall and leaving a dent where his fist had landed.

Just then, Dr. Srinivasan entered the room, drawn by the noise. "What's going on?" he asked, a mix of curiosity and excitement in his eyes.

Ram turned to him, grinning. "I think I've gained some kind of power."

Dr. Srinivasan's eyes lit up with intrigue. "Oh, really? Let's check your body's condition." He grabbed a needle, intending to inject a sample, but as he attempted to pierce Ram's skin, the needle snapped instantly. Startled, Dr. Srinivasan took a step back, observing him in amazement. "Your body is as strong as that girl… Rosy."

Ram clenched his fist, feeling his muscles respond with a new sharpness and control. "I'm going to test this power outside," he said, heading for the door.

Once outside, he noticed a truck parked nearby. Without hesitation, he approached it, focused his strength, and threw a punch. The impact was explosive—the truck crumpled as if hit by a wrecking ball. Ram looked at his hand, a mix of pride and wonder on his face. "It's like my body sharpens when anything makes contact with it," he said, turning to Dr. Srinivasan, who had followed him outside.

Dr. Srinivasan watched with a calculating gaze. "This is incredible… truly a game-changer." After a pause, he added, "Ram, it's time. Capture Medusa."

Ram nodded with a determined look. "Understood, brother." With his newfound strength and confidence, he set off, ready to fulfill Dr. Srinivasan's request.

Ram was strolling through the bustling streets, his towering figure drawing uneasy glances. Suddenly, a man slipped on the wet pavement and fell against Ram, muttering an apologetic, "Sorry."

Ram smiled coldly. "No need," he said, before delivering a devastating punch to the man's face. The lifeless body collapsed to the ground. People around screamed in horror, scattering in all directions. Ram erupted into laughter, his voice echoing menacingly. "I am immortal!"

Suddenly, a voice cut through the chaos. "Who are you?"

Ram turned, narrowing his eyes at the figure standing across from him—a man in a strange mask and suit. "Who are you supposed to be, wearing that weird outfit?" Ram scoffed.

"I am Bandman," the figure said with a confident tone.

"Bandman?" Ram said mockingly.

"Yes, you heard right."

Without hesitation, Ram rushed toward him, throwing a powerful punch. Bandman saw the attack coming in slow motion and effortlessly dodged it.

"Lucky timing," Ram growled.

"I think so," Bandman replied coolly.

"Let's see how lucky you are now," Ram snarled, unleashing a flurry of rapid punches. But none of them connected. Bandman moved with astonishing speed, weaving through the attacks as if predicting every move. Frustrated, Ram leaped backward, grabbed a nearby car, and hurled it into the air toward Bandman.

For a moment, Bandman's eyes followed the car's trajectory. That split-second distraction gave Ram his opening. Charging forward, he landed a solid punch into Bandman's stomach, sending him hurtling through the air and crashing through the wall of a nearby hospital.

Bandman groaned, lying amidst the rubble. "That punch is insane," he muttered, clutching his side. As he got to his feet, he noticed a woman trapped in a glass chamber surrounded by strange gases. Wasting no time, he shattered the chamber and carried her out, but she was unconscious.

Before he could leave, Ram appeared, his grin as wicked as ever. "You're strong, Band-guy, I'll give you that."

Bandman shifted uneasily, keeping the woman securely in his arms. "Oh yeah? Look down—trouble's waiting for you," he said, hoping to distract Ram.

Ram snorted. "I'm not falling for that."

Bandman muttered under his breath, "How do I get out of this one?"

As Ram closed in, ready to strike, Bandman calculated his move. When Ram threw a punch, Bandman responded with one of his own at the exact same moment. The collision created a powerful shockwave, sending Ram crashing into the floor.

Taking the opportunity, Bandman sprinted out of the hospital, the unconscious woman still in his arms. "I'm calling it a win," he whispered to himself, vanishing into the night as Ram roared in frustration behind him.

Ram walked down the dimly lit streets, muttering to himself. "I just wasted my time on that Band guy. What a joke. Now I need to focus and find Medusa quickly." He paused, scratching his head. "But wait... how does she look again? I completely forgot to ask brother about it! If I call him now, he's definitely going to kill me."

He sighed, feeling the pressure of his brother's expectations weighing on him. "What do I do now? Just start asking random people if they're Medusa? Ugh!"

Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket, the shrill ringtone breaking his train of thought. He quickly picked it up. "Hello, Ram here."

On the other end, Dr. Srinivasan's annoyed voice barked, "Stupid! you forgot to take her photo so I sent you Medusa's photo through the messaging app. Check it!"

Ram's eyes widened in relief. "Ah, okay, brother. Got it!"

Before he could say anything else, Dr. Srinivasan hung up.

Ram chuckled nervously. "Saved by the bell. Now it'll be easier to find her." Pulling out his phone, he opened the app to see the image of Medusa staring back at him. Her distinct features and piercing gaze made her stand out.

"Alright," he said, pocketing his phone. "Time to hunt." With a confident smirk, Ram headed into the night, scanning every face for the one that matched the photo.

Bandman splashed water on the woman's face. As she slowly regained consciousness, he asked, "Who are you? Why were you there?"

She blinked, looking at him with confusion before replying, "I am Rosy."

"Rosy?" Bandman repeated, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes," she confirmed, hesitating slightly. "I am not from this planet."

Bandman's eyes narrowed behind his mask. "Not from this planet? Explain briefly."