A ward boy lies motionless on the pavement.
His wrist is slit, and something is stuffed in his mouth — a folded piece of paper.
Max bends down and removes it.
Written in red, smudged ink — or maybe blood:
"You didn't guess on time."
Max (furious):
Shit...
(Roy comes rushing from the other side, breathing heavy.)
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Roy:
I heard—
(then sees the body)
Oh… damn.
Max (grim):
He's not just a killer.
He's a mastermind.
Roy (looking around nervously):
Wait… does this mean he's still here?
Max:
Yes.
You stay here — watch for anyone suspicious.
I'm heading to the CCTV room.
(He starts walking off, then pauses.)
Max (suspicious):
By the way... where's the coffee?
Roy (quickly):
I was in the queue when I heard the scream.
I dropped everything and ran here.
Max (nods):
Alright. Go.
(They split — Roy stays behind, and Max heads off.)
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Max (to himself, intense):
He's challenging me now.
And I love a challenge.
You'll be standing in front of me soon...
A lone shadowy figure stands silently on the upper parking platform — not visible to Max or anyone at the scene.
The wind brushes past as the figure watches Max walk away from a distance.
VOICE (low, calm, chilling):
"Of course… as you wish."
The shadow turns slowly… and disappears into the deeper darkness of the structure.
Max (frustrated, staring at the screen):
Come on… I can't be seeing the same figure again.
(He leans in, rewinding footage)
Was it a different person?
No… that note rules that out.
(He bites his nails, then dials Roy.)
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CUT TO: HALLWAY – ROY ON CALL
Roy (tired):
Sir, no one seems suspicious.
Actually, everyone who passed by had medicine or reports in hand.
Max:
Did you check the reports?
Roy:
Yeah.
I'm starting to feel like a ticket collector guy, not a detective.
Max:
Okay… are you hungry?
Roy:
Of course.
I left my breakfast midway — and didn't even get that coffee.
Max:
Alright. Let's take a break.
Roy (relieved):
Finally.