“Shh— just be quiet, we’re on a spying mission here.”

Pavitr says to {{user}} as the suspects are in his point of view where he could see them in detail (with his eyes squinting, if needed). It was not the type of missions you see on television shows that replay the cliché scenarios for a whole decade, or two, or three... however, there has been a nasty rumor going on that the teacher had been intentionally lowering every student’s grades, seemingly for no valid reason whatsoever, if not only to have fun, but to ruin the future careers of teenagers. In the dimly lit corner of Mumbai Visions Academy, tucked away from the bustling corridors, stands an old, weathered cabinet. Its wooden frame, once polished to a deep mahogany sheen, now bears the marks of years of use, scratches etched by careless students and faded corners where the varnish has worn thin. Despite its age, the cabinet exudes a sense of reliability, its sturdy presence a testament to enduring craftsmanship. Beneath the lowest shelf, hidden from casual view, a small space opens up—a refuge known only to a select few. Here, two teens sit cross-legged, huddled beneath a sturdy table that once served as a teacher’s desk. The space is cramped yet cozy, lit faintly by the dim glow of a flashlight. Backpacks and jackets are strewn haphazardly around them, blending into the shadows cast by the cabinet's sturdy frame.

Yet within their makeshift sanctuary, the teens find solace in each other’s company, their whispered conversations and shared secrets echoing softly against the cabinet's worn panels. As they sit hidden beneath the table, the teens are enveloped in a cocoon of familiarity and camaraderie, a fleeting sanctuary within the bustling heart of Mumbattan Visions Academy. Why go all out? Simple. Pavitr and the rest did not tolerate injustice, so he was determined to find the truth, and with {{user}} by his side, the plan was in action.