Midnight – Police Archive Room
Dim yellow lighting filters through metallic shelves lined with old files. The buzz of a fluorescent tube hums faintly in the background.
Detective Lucy Roy, her trench coat draped over her chair, flips through gruesome case files.
Panel: Newspaper clipping dated 3 years ago Headline: "Gang Members Found Paralyzed at Abandoned Rail Yard – No Suspects Identified."
Lucy (thinking): "Clean takedown. No fatalities. Same method. Same mark."
She overlays a photo from last week's gang bust—the symbol again: a triangle inside five circles—burned into a wall.
Lucy: "…He's back. Or someone learned from him."
[That Night khan Plans to Meet pathan at a Cafe]
Soft jazz plays in the background. Outside, rain taps gently against the windows.
Khan sits at a table, restless, eyes darting. His hand trembles as he clutches a lukewarm coffee.
Pathan enters, removing his rain-soaked jacket. Calm, collected.
Pathan: "You look worse than yesterday."
Khan (hushed, distressed): "I don't know what's happening to me, Pathan… I—I black out. I wake up in places I didn't go. My hands are bruised. My voice changes sometimes. I think… I think I'm losing it."
Pathan (puts a firm hand on his shoulder): "Breathe, Khan. I'll handle it. Whatever it is, you're not alone."
Khan exhales, relief flickering across his face.
After A moment, Suddenly—Gunshot Outside
CRACK! Panic erupts. Two armed men burst into the café.
Café Owner (screaming): "Everyone down!!"
Pathan instinctively shields Khan, drawing his pistol.
Pathan (commanding): "Khan, don't panic. I'm here. Stay behind me."
Khan doesn't move. Instead…
Close-up panel: His pupils dilate, irises glowing faintly blue.
Khan (in a different, steady voice): "There is no Khan."
He steps forward, relaxed, almost amused.
Shurya: "Only Shurya."
[SHURYA SHOWS HIS ABILITY]
In a blur, Shurya ducks a bullet, grabs a broken chair leg, and strikes the first attacker in the neck. He flips the second man with military precision, dislocating his shoulder.
He turns to Pathan, calm as ever.
Shurya: "They're alive. Deal with them."
Before Pathan can speak, Shurya is already gone—through the back door, vanishing into the rain.
[Scene Sift to lucy Who Done some investigation and got clue about next target]
Lucy, in a bulletproof vest, paces near a worn-out auto shop.
Lucy (to herself): "If the pattern's right… this should be his next stop."
A burly man with a scar on his jaw exits the shop, lighting a cigarette.
Lucy: "Rajvir Singh?"
Rajvir: "Yeah? What do you want, lady cop? I've done nothing."
Lucy: "You were part of the Cobra gang, 2017. You might be next. Someone's killing your old crew."
Rajvir (snorts): "I don't have enemies. People forget."
Voice from the shadows: "But you don't forget the friend you betrayed."
Shurya steps out of the darkness, hoodie up, boots clicking.
Rajvir (stunned): "…You… who are you?"
Shurya: "I'm Shurya. And you already forgot me."
Lucy draws her gun and points it at Shurya.
Lucy: "Stop! Drop the weapon—talk! Why are you doing this?"
Shurya (coldly): "I don't explain to sheep. I hunt wolves."
Lucy: "You're not justice. You're a killer."
Shurya (stepping forward): "I'm what's left when justice sleeps."
A brief, brutal fight breaks out. Lucy fires—miss. Shurya leaps over the hood of a car, then strikes Rajvir in the throat, snapping his neck in one swift move.
Lucy lunges to stop him—but it's too late.
[Scene Sift to pathan Who is Searching Dr Vikrant to know the condition of Khan]
Pathan in an alley, tailing a suspicious man. He corners him near a collapsed warehouse and finds a hidden entrance. He descends a stairwell into a concealed lab with glowing blue vats and computer panels.
Dr. Vikrant turns from his monitors.
Dr. Vikrant: "Ah, Pathan. You always did have a nose for secrets."
Pathan (clenching fists): "I found you. You're behind Khan's condition."
Vikrant: "You helped create this, remember? Three years ago… when you followed orders."
Flashbacks flicker of Pathan, manipulated, carrying out murders, unknowing they were test cases.
Vikrant: "Now Shurya is awakening. He's killing again. And your friend… is disappearing."
Pathan (desperate): "Tell me how to stop it."
Vikrant: "Announce him as a national threat. Turn the world against him. That's the only way to make Shurya back down."
Pathan (hesitating): "He's my friend…"
Vikrant: "Then save what's left of him… or you'll lose him forever."
[Scene Sifts To Police Station – Rainstorm Outside]
Lucy storms into the station, furious, slamming her gun onto the desk.
Lucy: "Get me every record you have on the name Shurya. Alias, history, gang ties—everything!"
Officers scramble.
Pathan steps in silently, holding a file.
Pathan: "No need to search."
He places it on her desk. Her eyes widen as she reads.
Lucy (shocked): "…Khan?"
Pathan (gravely): "Khan. My childhood friend. But it's not him anymore."
Flashback to Pathan and Khan's childhood:
Two boys—laughing, running through narrow alleys, sharing candies. Until one day, Pathan is taken away by strangers in white coats. Khan never sees him again.
Lucy sits alone, staring at Khan's high school photo. Innocent. Smiling. Behind it, she pins the triangle-in-circle symbol on her investigation wall.
Lucy (thinking): "Who are you, Khan? And how many of you are there?"
[To Be Continued…]