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After an incredibly long time, consisting of a mind-boggling 100 quadrillion years, I finally emerge from my period of training and mastery with a newfound sense of confidence and control over my powers.As I take in my surroundings, the endless expanse of the Void stretching out before me, I feel a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. My power has grown immeasurably during this time, my abilities far surpassing anything I could have previously conceived. I am ready to face whatever challenges or obstacles may lie ahead.

As I stand in the Void, I focus my power, shaping and molding it to create a human form. After a few moments of intense focus, a perfect human body takes shape before me, complete with all the necessary physical features and characteristics needed to function as a human being. I study the new form, impressed with the finesse and precision of my creation.

I look down at my new physical form, testing out my limbs and senses, and give a satisfied smile. I speak, my voice now sounding human and familiar. "Much better. It's good to be back.

I take a moment to look over my new body, taking in my appearance and realizing that I look to be around sixteen years old, at least in human terms. I ponder the passage of time in the Void, realizing that it doesn't work the same way as it does in the mortal world. In the Void, time is meaningless, an endless and ever-present now.

I realize that 6 years have passed in the mortal world while I spent what felt like mere moments in the Void. A wave of surprise and disbelief washes over me as I contemplate the passage of time. "Oh, crap! Six years have gone by outside... crap!!"

I shake my head, feeling a pang of guilt and remorse for the worry and concern I must have caused my family and loved ones. I had intended to train for a relatively short time, but the flow of time in the Void had made that impossible. 6 years had passed, and I had missed out on so much. "Dang... Mom and Dad are probably freaking out... I meant to train for a while, but definitely not that long..."

I quickly open the time chart for human times and original times, comparing the discrepancies in the flow of time between our worlds. The chart shows a massive divergence in the passage of time, with 6 years passing in the mortal world while I was in the Void, while I spent trillions of years training and mastering my powers in what felt like mere moments to me.

I look at the numbers on the time chart and can hardly believe my eyes. I had spent 100 quadrillion years in the Void, a number of years so astronomically vast that it was beyond comprehension. I stand there with a shocked and awed expression on my face, my jaw dropping in disbelief. "What the... I've spent 100 quadrillion years in the Void?! No wonder I've been in here for so long!"

I sit down, trying to wrap my mind around the enormity of the number. 100 quadrillion years. The sheer magnitude of the number is mind-boggling, and I struggle to truly comprehend its meaning. "How could I have spent that much time in here? It felt like moments to me. And to think all of that time passed in the mortal world..

I contemplate the enormity of the time difference, realizing that I had left home as a mere 10 year old, and now, 6 years later, I appear to be around 16 years old in mortal terms. But in reality, the true extent of my age and powers are far beyond what any mortal could comprehend. "Just a moment ago, I was 10... now I look 16. But in reality, I should be far older than time itself. How is this even possible?.

I take a deep breath, gathering my strength and focusing my power, and then I snap my fingers, calling upon my incredible abilities to teleport. In an instant, I vanish from the Void and reappear at my home, transported across vast distances through the sheer force of my power.

I enter the house with a sense of urgency, my heart racing with a mix of excitement, anxiety, and concern. I glance around, taking in the familiar surroundings of my home, the nostalgia hitting me hard after all this time.

I walk further into the house, my footsteps loud and clear in the quiet silence. I call out, my voice filled with a mixture of guilt and anticipation. "Mom? Dad? I'm home!

I stand there for a moment, waiting for a response. The silence in the house is deafening, and it feels like an eternity before I hear the faint sounds of movement coming from upstairs.

I listen carefully, my senses attuned to the slightest sound. I hear the faint creak of footsteps coming down the stairs, my heart racing with anticipation and anxiety.

My heart skips a beat as I hear a sudden loud bang at the door. I turn towards the sound, my senses immediately on alert. I take a step towards the front door, my mind racing with thoughts of what could be waiting on the other side.

I hesitate for a moment, then I take a deep breath and approach the front door. I grip the doorknob, my hand trembling slightly, and slowly pull the door open.

As the door swings open, I step back, bracing myself for whatever or whoever is waiting on the other side. I stand there, my eyes widening in surprise and disbelief at the sight before me...

Standing on the front porch is a group of unfamiliar men, all of them dressed in black suits and black sunglasses. They stand there silently, their expressions stoic and emotionless. Something about them exudes an air of authority and danger.

I stand tall, my guard up as I address the men on the porch. My voice is cold and firm, my eyes narrowed in suspicion. Who are you? Where are my parents. 

The men on the porch look at me with their stoicism, their expressions unreadable behind their dark glasses. One of them steps forward, his voice emotionless and monotone. "We are here on official business. We need to speak with your parents about something... important.

I raise an eyebrow, my suspicion and guard rising further at the man's words. Important business? What kind of business could be important enough to warrant a group of mysterious men showing up unannounced on my doorstep asking for my parents?

I consider pushing further, demanding more information from the men, but there is something about their demeanor that tells me they are not here for idle conversation. Instead, I step aside and gesture towards the door. "My parents are upstairs. You can wait in the living room while I go get them.

The men on the porch nod, their expressions unchanging as they walk past me and into the house, making their way towards the living room. I watch them go for a moment, then turn and head upstairs to find my parents, my mind racing with questions and concerns about what these mysterious men could want.

I hurry upstairs, taking the stairs two at a time in my haste. My heart is racing, my mind filled with thoughts of my parents and this unexpected visit.

I reach the top of the stairs and take a moment to catch my breath, then start walking down the hallway, heading towards my parents' room. As I approach the door, I can hear voices coming from inside.

I hesitate for a moment, listening carefully to the voices coming from behind the door. I cannot make out what they are saying, but I can tell that they are arguing about something. My heart skips a beat, a sense of unease settling in my stomach.

I step closer to the door, trying to listen more closely to hear what my parents are saying. The voices are louder now, and I can make out snippets of the argument. They seem to be discussing something serious, something that concerns me somehow.

As I listen carefully, I can make out fragments of the argument my parents are having. The words "missing", "disappeared", and "trouble" stand out to me, and I can't help but feel like this argument has something to do with me.

As I continue to listen to the argument between my parents, I start to feel a pang of guilt and remorse. The realization that my absence for 6 years has obviously taken a toll on them hits me hard. I realize now how much my disappearance must have worried and terrified them.

I take a deep breath, gathering my courage and steeling myself for the emotional confrontation that is about to come. I push open the door and step inside, my eyes immediately filling with tears as I see my parents turning to look at me, their expressions registering shock and disbelief. "Mom... Dad... I-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for disappearing for all this time. I'm sorry for worrying you and making you go through all this."

Tears stream down my face as I continue speaking, my voice cracking with emotion. "I never meant to cause you so much worry and pain. It's just... I had to leave. I had to train and become stronger. There was something I needed to do, and I couldn't let anything stand in my way."

I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself as I look at my parents' faces, seeing the mixture of relief and worry in their eyes. But I never realized how much my absence would affect you. I was so focused on my own goals that I didn't think about how my actions would impact you. I'm so sorry for being so selfish and thoughtless.

As I finish speaking, I drop onto a chair and bury my face in my hands, the weight of my mistakes and the pain I have caused my parents overwhelming me. Tears stream down my face, and I am unable to hold back my sobs. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you like this. Please forgive me."

I look up to see my parents standing by me, their expressions filled with a mixture of relief and pain. They look like they are struggling to hold back their own emotions, and I can see the tears brimming in their eyes.

They sit down beside me, wrapping their arms around me and pulling me into a tight embrace. They are silent for a moment, just holding me close, and then my mother speaks, her voice choked with emotion.

Oh, sweetheart... we were so worried about you. We didn't know where you had gone or if you were safe. All these years, we've been searching for you, praying that you would come home.

She hugs me tighter, her voice breaking slightly as she continues. "When we saw you at the door, we were just so relieved to see that you were okay, that you were alive. We don't care about anything else, as long as you're safe and back with us.

As I listen to my mother's words, more tears stream down my face, and I feel a wave of emotions wash over me. I bury my face in her shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably as I let out all the guilt and remorse that have been building up inside me for so long.

My father's voice joins in, his voice rough with emotion. We've missed you so much, kiddo. We were so worried that something had happened to you, that you were hurt or.... worse. But you're here now, and that's all that matters.

He reaches out and puts his hand on my back, patting me soothingly as I continue to cry. I feel overwhelmed with love and gratitude for my parents, for their forgiveness and understanding. I know that I have a lot to make up for, but in this moment, all I can do is cling to them and let my emotions run free.

We sit like that for a while, my parents holding me close as I cry out all the emotions and pent-up guilt that I have been carrying. The room is silent except for my sobs and the occasional hushed words of comfort from my parents.

As my tears subside slightly, I finally lift my head up and look at my parents. I sniffle and rub my eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed at the emotional breakdown I just had. "Mom, Dad... there's something I need to tell you. There's a group of men in the living room who want to see you."

My parents glance at each other, a flicker of recognition in their eyes. They nod at me, silently telling me that they know who the men in the living room are.

My father's expression hardens slightly, a look of determination in his eyes. He stands up, gesturing for my mother and me to stay where we are.

Stay here," he instructs. "I'll go talk to them and see what they want.

My mother nods, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. I can see the worry and concern etched on her face, but she tries to put on a brave front for my sake.

In the living room, my father stands facing the men, his expression stern and guarded. The men in black suits stand in a silent line, their faces expressionless and their eyes hidden behind their dark glasses.

The man in the center of the line steps forward, his voice cold and emotionless. "We have some questions for you."

My father nods, his expression neutral as he waits for the man to continue.

The man takes a step closer, his eyes locked on my father's face. "We are from a certain organization, and we have reason to believe that you are in possession of something that we want."

My father's expression remains stoic, his voice steady and controlled. "What exactly do you think I possess?"

The man in black stands straight, his voice confident and authoritative. "We believe that you have information that we require. Information that we are willing to pay handsomely for."

My father raises an eyebrow, his suspicion flaring up. He knows that the men in black are not here to ask politely. They are here to take what they want by any means necessary.

My father maintains his calm demeanor, his voice low and controlled. And what if I refuse to give you what you want? What then?

The man in black chuckles coldly, a small smile forming on his face. Then we'll have to resort to more... coercive methods. We always get what we want, one way or another.

My dad look hasitate and ask

So what do you what from me. 

The man in black smirk and say, We want your daughter Mona Fry.