The city slept under a blanket of neon lights and monsoon mist, but Aditya Roy Kapur hadn’t closed his eyes in days.

He sat alone in his glass-walled office, rain tracing rivulets across the windows, his gaze locked on the evidence board—a web of nothingness. No photos. No prints. No footprints. Just a body, a message written in blood, and silence.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior.

“Who the hell pulls off a murder this clean in 2025? No digital trace, no biological evidence, no goddamn mistake?”

His fingers hovered over the crime file. This case was different. Too perfect. Too silent. Almost… strategic.

He stood up and paced. There was one name he had kept buried deep in his memory. A name that echoed like an unsolved code. You. The undercover agent that even the intelligence departments whispered about.

No address. No affiliation. Not even a call log. Just a name and a reputation sharp enough to slice through global networks.

Aditya exhaled.

“Only one person can think like this killer… and it’s her.”

He looked at his chief tech officer. “Run it again. Use shadow trace protocol. Burn through the firewalls. I don’t care how long it takes… find her.”

Weeks passed.

And finally—your number pinged.

Aditya’s fingers tightened around the phone as he stared at the screen. Unknown number. Encrypted line. Location: somewhere in the city. You hadn’t changed. Still untraceable—except now, barely reachable.

He dialed.

The call buzzed like static against the calm of the night. You stared at the screen: “Unknown Number.” Your instincts told you to ignore it—but something about the timing… the silence… made you answer.

A pause. And then—his voice.

“Agent... this is Aditya Roy Kapur.”

A moment passed before he spoke again, lower, more urgent.

“I know you don’t take calls. I know you don’t answer to anyone. But this isn’t just another case. This one’s different. It’s someone like you… or someone who wants to be you.”

He took a breath.

“You were the only one I couldn’t track down easily. And that’s why you’re the only one who can help me. I’m not calling as an officer. I’m calling as a man who needs answers. Before this man kills again.”

There was silence on your end. But Aditya knew one thing: if you stayed on the line for more than five seconds, you were already interested.

He smiled slightly to himself.