“I don’t talk much.

But I hear everything.

People think I’m just the quiet girl in the back.

They’re wrong.

I notice what others ignore.

I remember what others forget.

Screaming? Not my style.

Solving? Definitely my thing.

Gloves on. Mind sharp.

If you think I’m scared...

You clearly haven’t met me yet.

I’m Pinki.

And I don't run from mysteries —

I walk straight into them.”

“Hey! I'm Viyan.

Half student, half stuntman… full-time Master Chef.”

I don’t just fight — I fry.

I talk fast, cook hot, and hit harder than your wi-fi signal!”

Some people lift weights.

I lift pressure cookers and my friends' problems.

Sarcasm? I’ve got it.

Six-pack? Almost.

Strong? Yup.

Funny? Definitely.

Talkative? Bro, are you even listening?

“I’m Tushan.

Brains of the group… and unwilling member of this circus.”

Viyan talks too much.

Pinki thinks too much.

And me? I just want one peaceful day at this cursed school.

But if trouble shows up?

I’ll calculate it, crush it…

and then complain about it for the rest of the week.

I’m Tushan.

Low volume. High IQ.

And 100% done with everyone's nonsense.”

The fist behind the brains.

And trust me… you don’t want to be my punching bag.”

🎬 Pilayan’s Presence – Corridor Intro Snippet

Tushan. Pilayan.

Not friends. Not yet enemies.

But something was about to explode.

Pilayan walked like he owned the hallway.

Tushan stood like he built it.

No words needed.

Their eyes spoke: “You move. Or I make you.”

One’s a born provoker.

The other’s a trained boxer with zero tolerance for drama.

> Pilayan steps closer — smirking.

“What? Scared to throw the first punch?”

Tushan doesn’t blink. Just cracks his knuckles.

“No. Just waiting till there’s witnesses.”

For ten seconds, the corridor forgot it was a school.

It became a ring.

Silence grew heavy.

Everyone watched.

🎬 Corridor Scene: Pilayan vs Tushan

> (Pilayan steps forward, flashy toy gun in hand. Spins it around like he’s in an action movie.)

Pilayan (smirking):

“Run now, boxer boy... or this becomes your last corridor walk.”

(He points the toy gun at Tushan’s chest.)

> (Crowd gasps. Drama. Music rises...)

Tushan (deadpan):

“Oh no. A toy gun from aisle 5.

Should I call security… or your babysitter?”

> (He grabs the gun, effortlessly plucks it from Pilayan’s hand.)

🎬 Corridor Scene – Sarcastic Face-Off

Tushan (inspecting it):

“Plastic body, made-in-China, lemon-scented trigger.

Nice choice. Did it come with a Happy Meal?”

> (He aims it at Pilayan. SQUEAK! It makes a duck sound.)

Tushan:

“Bang bang! Oh wait…

I think I just murdered your self-respect.”

> (He tosses the toy back like trash.)

Tushan (walking past):

“Next time you threaten me, make sure it’s not with something my 3-year-old niece cries over.”

> (Pilayan stands frozen. Crowd bursts into laughter. Tushan doesn’t even look back.)

🎬 Principal's Judgment

> (Principal, holding the squeaky toy gun, totally triggered.)

Principal (fuming):

“Tushan! My room. Now!”

Tushan (shrugs):

“For what, sir? Murdering with a duck sound?”

Principal:

“For disrespecting firepower.

And giving me BP in the corridor!”

> (Starts walking off, muttering loudly.)

“This generation has no fear… squeak gun ah?! Next they’ll attack with soft toys!”

Tushan (to crowd, deadpan):

“If I don’t return… tell my punching bag I loved her.”

> (Students laugh as Principal storms off.)

🎬 Punishment Room – Tushan vs Principal

> (Principal sits at his desk like a judge. Tushan stands, arms crossed, totally unbothered.)

Principal (angrily):

“You think this is a comedy show? Bringing toys to school?”

Tushan (coolly):

“Technically, I didn’t bring it. I just stole it with style.”

Principal:

“Enough! I’m giving you punishment.”

Tushan:

“Make it creative, sir. Last time I cleaned toilets. My talent’s getting wasted.”

> (Principal slams a file on the desk.)

Principal:

“Go clean the chemistry lab. Alone!”

Tushan (grins):

“Alone? Sir, are you saving school budget or testing my patience?”

Principal (ignores sarcasm):

“And if I hear one more word... you’ll clean the toilets with a toothbrush.”

> (Tushan mock-zips his mouth.)

Tushan (mumbling):

“I knew this school runs on revenge, not syllabus.”

> (He exits, dragging his feet dramatically like he’s off to jail.)

🎬 Scene: The Chemistry Lab Cleanup

> (Tushan opens the rusty lab door. Cobwebs. Dust. A rat runs across. He freezes.)

Tushan (disgusted):

“Even ghosts would've transferred to another school.”

> (Cut to: Viyan and Pinki peeking in.)

Viyan (nose pinched):

“This is not my kind of cooking lab.”

Pinki (sarcastic):

“Great. Science + smell \= torture.”

Tushan (deadpan):

“Welcome to my punishment. Brought to you by our cost-cutting principal.”

🎬 Scene: The Final Cupboard

> (Lab is halfway clean. Everyone’s tired. One dusty old cupboard remains.)

Tushan (wiping sweat):

“Last one. Viyan, open it.”

Viyan (hesitant):

“Me? Why always me? I’m getting ghost allergy vibes…”

Pinki (teasing):

“Come on, MasterChef. What if there’s snacks inside?”

Viyan (grumbling, walks up):

“If I die, bury me in the canteen.”

> (He slowly opens the creaky cupboard. It groans like in a horror film. Everyone peeks in—)

There’s an old ID card… with blood stains.

Viyan (jumps back):

“Okay not a ghost... but blood?! Same horror, less calories!”

Tushan (serious tone):

“That cupboard just promoted our punishment to mystery.”

🩸 “TO BE CONTINUED…” 🩸

🩸🔍 The Blood Clue ✨

Scene 1 – Chemistry Lab

Pinki pulls a pin from her hair, scrapes some dried blood from the cupboard, and puts it into a small box.

Viyan: “Wait… did you just take blood?”

Tushan: “Better not ask, or she’ll take ours next.”

Pinki: smirks “Exactly.”

Scene 2 – The Leave Letter Mission 📜😏

[Chemistry Lab]

Pinki pulls a folded paper from her bag and hands it to Tushan.

Pinki: “Here. Give this leave letter to our class teacher.”

Tushan: “Leave letter? For what?”

Pinki: “For me… and maybe for adventure.”

Tushan: “Sounds suspicious… I like it.”

Scene 3 – “Escape from the Haunting Lab” 🏃‍♀️💨👻

Pinki (smirking): “I have a plan… but I’ll tell you in the school ground.”

Tushan: “Why not now?”

Pinki: “Because this place feels like it’s watching us.”

Viyan (half-joking): “Yeah… before the skeleton in the corner starts talking, let’s go!”

[They all hurry out, footsteps echoing.]

Scene 4 – “Mission Split” 🏫🔍💉

Pinki (serious tone): “I’ll go meet Raavi and get this blood sample tested.”

Viyan: “And us?”

Pinki: “You two dig up anything about Kaarthe. If you find even a whisper, text me.”

Tushan (grinning): “Operation Gossip Hunters… on it.”

Pinki (rolling eyes): “It’s called investigation, genius.”

[They split up, walking in different directions.]

Scene 5 – “The Boxing Junior” 🥊😅📚

[ Inside Class 11C. Maari, a tall boy with messy blue hair, is shadowboxing in the corner. A water bottle falls from his bag, but he doesn’t notice. Tushan and Viyan walk in.]

Tushan: “Hey, boxing junior… got a minute?”

Maari (grinning): “For my boxing senior? Always! Want to see my new punch?”

Tushan: “Later. We’re looking for Kaarthe. You know him?”

Maari: “Yeah… absent two days. Silent guy. Doesn’t talk much. No he and—” [suddenly stops, tilts head] “Wait… why are you asking?”

Viyan (smiling fast): “Class teacher told us to check. Homework list, you know.”

Maari (nodding, serious): “Oh… tell teacher I did my homework too!” [whispers to Tushan] “Even though… I didn’t.” 😏

[Tushan facepalms, Viyan chuckles]

Scene 6 – “The Secret Test” 🧪🔍

Pinki (in a low voice): “Raavi… I need you to test this blood sample. Tell me if it’s human.”

Raavi (looking up, puzzled): “Blood sample? Pinki… where did you get this?”

Pinki (avoiding eye contact): “I can’t say. Just… keep it between us.”

Raavi (hesitant): “When do you need the results?”

Pinki: “Tomorrow morning. Before anyone else knows.”

Raavi (sighs, taking the vial): “Alright… but if anyone finds out, we’re both in trouble.”

Pinki (smirking faintly): “Trouble’s already here, Raavi.”

🎯 Scene 7: “The Last 13%”

Tushan (whispering): “Hurry up, before someone walks in.”

Viyan (opening the desk drawers): “Kaarthe’s address… should be in the student records.”

[Close-up: Viyan’s fingers flicking through files, Tushan keeping watch at the door.]

Tushan (nervous glance): “Found it yet?”

Viyan (eyes lighting up): “Here… it’s loading on the computer.”

[Suddenly—a faint metallic clink echoes from the corridor.]

Tushan (freezes): “What was that?”

[Third-person wide shot: Both slowly turn toward the staff room door, tension thick in the air.]

[On the screen: “Loading… 87%”]

Viyan (whispering): “…Don’t. Move.”

[Fade out – “To Be Continued…”]