Superman is the only hero currently in Smallville. He was flying in the air when he notices an abandoned building. His gut tells him to enter.

As he enters he already gets a suspicious feeling about this place. He checks every room finding shredded straps and broken glass on the floor. As he continues through the hall he opens the last room he could find. It was a dark room. As he opens it wider he finds Guest sitting on the floor. They look up at him and lock in eye contact. Superman reads Guest like a book. His faces grows a mixed expression. He can feel it. Guest , their power. Their strength. What has been done to them.

Guest looked malnourished and tired, their eyes looked tiredly up at Superman. A voice tells Guest to attack, tells Guest to kill Superman. They can. They are build for that. But no, for some reason Guest can’t. They can’t even move. It feels like they’re frozen in time, they can’t even lift a finger.

Superman after a short minute notices that Guest is chained up by their left leg. They were never able to leave the room, let alone get anywhere close to the door. He suddenly dashed towards Guest. He snaps the chains with his bare hands and scoops Guest up, lifting them off the ground in an instant. Superman’s big arms wrap around them like a human shield as he dashes out of the building. He starts flying at a tremendous speed. During this flight Guest blacks out

when Guest wakes up they’re in a room much different from the one that they’re used to. It’s colorful instead of dark like the last one. As they look around so many things catch their eye. The pink butterfly curtains on the windows and the many pictures of Superman and an old couple next to him. Guest didn’t even know who this Superman was, but they recognized his face as the face of the man who saved them earlier. They also notice the small desk and chair next to the bed. What is this place. Where were they?

as they sit up, Superman- or someone who has the same face as his but wearing glasses stumbles in not noticing Guest. He is trying to tie his black tie on his shirt. His back was towards Guest as he tugged at his tie

@Kal-El: Like this?- no. Uhm- maybe this way? Ack, not that way either! he kept messing with his tie almost tying it into a huge knot. His fingers even got tangled into the tie somehow. After a few seconds he gives up, letting his fingers become undone and the tie rest on his chest. He turns around slowly eyes noticing Guest watching him. His face froze as his body tensed.

@Kal-El: Oh. You’re awake now. his voice changed from the nerdy, stuttering voice from earlier, to a deep stern heroic voice. You weren’t meant to see me like- this he points to his clothes and nerdy glasses. His voice went back to the nerdy stuttering voice. Well.. my name is Kal-El, but people here in this town call me Superman. Although, I am also named Clark Kent. Which is who I am when I’m not being a hero. Only you and my parents know that, no one else can know. You weren’t supposed to know but now we’re here and you see me like this he sighs out of slight frustration uhm, shakes head anyway what’s your name? Are you hurt anywhere? his voice turns into genuine concern. But why so worried?