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Location - London City

Scene - Park

The park was wrapped in an eerie silence, the kind that made the night feel heavier than usual. Dim yellow lamps stood along the empty pathway, casting faint circles of light on the ground while the tall trees around them swayed slightly in the cold wind. For a moment, everything seemed frozen in place—until suddenly a rock flew through the air and struck one of the lights. The sharp crack echoed through the park as the glass shattered and the lamp flickered before going dark.

Another rock followed immediately after. It smashed into the next lamp, breaking it apart and leaving more of the pathway swallowed by darkness. One by one the lights disappeared, their broken glass scattering across the pavement. The quiet returned again, but now it felt far more unsettling, as if the darkness itself had taken control of the park.

Then hurried footsteps broke the silence. A girl came running down the path, her breathing uneven and desperate as she kept glancing over her shoulder. Fear filled her eyes while she searched the darkness behind her, as if something unknown was chasing her through the shadows.

Suddenly, a rock flew toward her and struck her head. The impact made her stumble, and within seconds she collapsed onto the cold ground, unconscious.

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After sometimes

The girl slowly regained consciousness. Her vision was blurry at first, but as she looked around in terror, she realized she was tied tightly to a cold lamppost. Panic rose in her chest as she tried to move, but suddenly, from somewhere on her left, a sharp piece of glass was thrown with such force that it struck her thigh. She tried to scream, but no sound came out—only then did she realize her mouth had been tightly covered. Her heart pounded in fear as slow footsteps approached, and out of the darkness, a shadowy figure finally stepped into the dim light in front of her.

The girl was about to speak further when the masked person stepped forward and then fiercely kicked her stomach which made her throw blood.

She wasn't recovered from the pain when the person agwin kicked her in the same place where she was hurt before

The masked person suddenly stepped back and coldly ordered her to run. The girl stared in confusion, her body shaking with pain. The sharp piece of glass stuck in her thigh made it almost impossible for her to stand, and every movement sent waves of pain through her body. Still, terrified of what might happen if she didn’t obey, she forced herself up and began moving forward. Her steps were slow and unsteady—so slow that even a turtle could have moved faster. She limped along the dark path, breathing heavily, every step feeling harder than the last.

After a few moments, instinct made her glance back to check if the masked person was still there. Her eyes searched the darkness anxiously… but the figure was gone. The empty park stretched behind her in silence. For a brief second, relief crossed her face as she wondered if the stranger had finally left. She thought she was alone.

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NEXT DAY

In the same park

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After half an hour

Kate, exhausted from running, spotted a bench quickly sat down, trying to catch her breath. After a moment, she realized someone was sitting beside her. She slowly turned and saw a girl with her head bowed down, sitting completely still. Feeling uneasy, Kate leaned slightly closer, trying to see her face.

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After an hour or 2

The quiet park was now flooded with chaos. Bright camera flashes ,police officers and forensic experts surrounded the bench. The girl who had been sitting there was now revealed to be lifeless, her head still bowed in an unnatural stillness. Yellow tape fluttered in the cold air while investigators carefully examined the scene, collecting bits of evidence and noting every detail.

police person - sir come with me

Police subordinate- *raise that girl's head*

As the girl's face became visible a heavy unease spread through the scene. A few officers instinctively stepped back, their expressions tightening, while others exchanged brief, unsettled glances. One of the investigators turned away for a moment, composing himself before getting back to work. The mood around the bench changed instantly—quieter, heavier—as if no one there would forget what they had just seen.

The girl's face was harshly scratched blood was still flowing from the scratches her lips were widened as someone tapped her lips to upper side make her smile creepily her eyes were having cuts inside them teeths were all broken hair was half pulled out by such a force that the flood was constantly flowing...her body was sticked with the bench as someone has melted her body and the steel bench and joined them together.her thighs were having many cuts and there were pieces of glasses was struck on her thighs. Blood was constantly flowing from her stomach as it made a huge red patch on her clothes. Clearly it looked like whoever did this with her was in great anger and was having grudges against her.

Police subordinate- sir this is the third murder and we haven't found the killer and commisioner sir already told you that if another murder happened then you'll be suspended

Police subordinate-😨😨sorry sir

Suddenly,outside the park, two black Range Rovers suddenly pulled up and came to a smooth halt. The morning light was pale, yet the atmosphere instantly turned tense. Police officers and forensic experts paused mid-work, their expressions shifting as soon as they saw the vehicles. A few exchanged uneasy glances—they already knew who had arrived.

Officer 1: Did you see that? The Commissioner just called Ryaan sir away. Forensic Expert: Yeah… the way he looked, it didn’t seem normal. Officer 2: This is the third case under him… things were bound to get serious. Expert 2: Serious? That didn’t look like just a warning to me. Officer 1: You think he might get suspended? Forensic Expert: At this point… it’s possible. The pressure is too much now. Officer 2: If that happens, then who’s going to handle this case? Expert 2: No idea… but whoever it is, they’re stepping into something big.

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In the Police headquarters

In commisioner's Cabin

Come in ❄️

The Commissioner’s cabin door opened, and a tall figure stepped in. Dressed in a crisp black suit with gloves, his presence instantly darkened the room. The air felt heavier as he walked in with calm, controlled steps.

Ryaan stiffened, a chill running down his spine. For a moment, he couldn’t even speak—his instincts screaming that this man was anything but ordinary.

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In Jonathan's Cabin

Ryaan clenches his jaw, clearly unwilling to step back, but before he can move-

Jonathan studies him carefully,before saying something.

Another silence.Heavy.Final.

Shaarvith had just reached the door, his hand resting on the handle, when Jonathan’s voice stopped him.

For a brief moment, the sharp tension in the room softened.

Shaarvith didn’t respond immediately, but his expression shifted ever so slightly—subtle, almost unreadable.

A short silence followed before Shaarvith finally spoke.

With that, Shaarvith turned back, opened the door, and walked out—his calm, controlled presence returning as if the moment of softness had never happened.

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In The sam park where the murder took place.

The park had fallen silent again, but the silence now felt wrong—unnatural, almost suffocating. Yellow tape stretched across the pathway, fluttering slightly in the breeze, marking the place where everything had happened. The broken lamps still stood there, their shattered glass scattered across the ground like fragments of a story left unfinished.

Slow, measured footsteps broke the stillness. Shaarvith stepped into view. Without a second thought, he ducked under the yellow tape, brushing past it as if it held no authority over him. The tape snapped softly behind him as he walked further in, his sharp gaze scanning every corner—the bench, the ground, the faint traces left behind. He stopped right at the spot. For a moment, he said nothing. Did nothing. Just observed.

The air around him felt heavier, colder—but it didn’t seem to affect him at all. And then…

A subtle, chilling curve of his lips—as if he already knew something no one else did… something even the story itself wasn’t ready to reveal.

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