They all searched the hall, checking every corner.
Ayaan lifted a dusty tablecloth.
"Guys… something's here."
Under the table was an old yellow paper.
Anshuman grabbed it. "Please don't be tax papers."
Ayaan snatched it. "Bro… ghosts don't pay tax."
They unfolded the paper.
It had a riddle written in messy handwriting.
RIDDLE 1 — For Room One
"I have hands but cannot clap,
I tell you time without a tap.
Find me where shadows stretch long,
And your journey will move on."
Crystal blinked. "Hands? Shadows? Time? What is this, English exam?"
Vasco said confidently, "It's a chicken."
Everyone stared at him.
Ayaan: "Vasco… what kind of chicken tells time?"
Vasco: "A smart one?"
Zoe pointed at the old grandfather clock in the corner.
"I think… the riddle means the clock."
Ayaan walked to the tall, dusty clock.
Inside, stuck between the gears, was a tiny metal key.
Anshuman: "Broooooo—first try!"
Ayaan unlocked the first door on the left.
The door creaked open, revealing a small room with an old desk, a flickering lamp, and a note pinned to the wall.
RIDDLE 2 — For Room Two
"I speak without a mouth,
I hear without an ear.
Find me where echoes are born,
Your next clue lies near."
Sally frowned. "Echoes? Where do echoes come from?"
Crystal: "Your brain. It's empty."
Sally: "Say that again—"
Ayaan: "STOP. Both of you. We're not fighting WWE here."
Zoe pointed toward a narrow corridor.
"I think the echo place is that long hallway."
They walked down the hallway.
Ayaan shouted, "HELLO—"
The sound echoed sharply.
On the wall, there was an old telephone.
Inside its cracked receiver, they found another paper.
Ayaan opened the next locked door.
Inside was a darker room with broken shelves and a mirror on the wall.
RIDDLE 3 — Final Room
"I show you you,
Yet I am not alive.
Behind me hides what you seek,
If courage helps you survive."
Anshuman stepped back. "Mirror? Bro, I don't trust mirrors. I look too good; ghosts get jealous."
Vasco: "Move. I'll break it."
Ayaan held his arm. "Bhai, it says behind, not destroy."
Ayaan slowly pushed the mirror.
It swung open like a secret door.
Inside was a small box.
He opened it.
The final key.
Crystal cheered. "We did it!"
Sally jumped. "Yesssss!"
Anshuman: "Told you I'm the smartest."
Ayaan: "Bruh, you didn't solve even one riddle."
Vasco: "I solved the chicken one."
Everyone: "NO YOU DIDN'T."
Ayaan held the key tightly.
"Let's head to the back door."
When they all walked through the dusty hallway toward the backyard, the air felt heavier than before. Zoe spotted a big rusty metal gate behind the mansion.
Zoe: "That… must be the back door."
Crystal: "Finally! Let's get out of here."
Ayaan put the final key into the old lock.
Click.
The gate slowly creaked open.
Suddenly—
PSSSSSSHHHHHH!
A massive blast of thick white smoke burst out, covering everything.
Sally started coughing. "What the— Ayaan?! AYAAN?!"
Anshuman shouted, "BROOOO WHERE ARE YOU!!"
Vasco waved the smoke away with his arms. "Ayaan?! Say something!"
But when the smoke cleared…
Ayaan was gone.
Zoe's eyes widened. "He… he literally disappeared…"
Crystal panicked. "This isn't funny anymore!"
They searched the backyard, the grass, behind the trees, everywhere—but nothing.
They all slowly walked back inside, worried and silent.
Scene Cut
Ayaan opened his eyes and found himself tied to a metal chair in a cold, white laboratory.
His arms and legs were strapped tightly. Machines beeped around him. Blue lights flickered. Something was injected into his arm.
A shadow moved toward him.
Ayaan squinted. "James…? What are you doing with me!?"
James smirked and leaned down close.
"I'm making you a new man, Ayaan…
A weapon."
Ayaan struggled, but the restraints didn't move.
James: "When I'm done, you won't even remember their names…"
The screen flickered to black.
Scene Cut
Back in the mansion, Anshuman sat on the sofa, hands in his hair.
Anshuman: "Where is he… where is he… something's wrong."
Vasco entered the room. His face was serious for once.
"Anshuman… any news about Ayaan?"
Anshuman shook his head. "Not even a hint. He vanished like air."
Suddenly, Sam came running from the hallway.
Sam: "Any updates—?"
All three boys looked stressed and scared.
Then—
Anshuman's phone started ringing.
An unknown number.
Vasco: "Pick it up! PICK IT UP!"
Anshuman answered immediately.
On the screen appeared Ayaan.
But not normal Ayaan.
He was sitting straight… emotionless… eyes dark.
No expression. No words.
Anshuman: "AYAAN!!! BRO WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Sam: "SAY SOMETHING!"
Vasco: "WHO TOOK YOU?!"
Ayaan stared at them silently.
And then—
The call cut.
Anshuman threw his phone on the couch.
"No… no no no… he didn't even talk!"
He suddenly stood up.
"CALL JOY. NOW."
Vasco dialed immediately.
Within minutes, Joy arrived, opening his laptop.
Joy: "What happened?"
Anshuman pointed. "Track this number.
Right now.
And tell us the EXACT location."
Joy started typing fast.
"We're getting Ayaan back…
no matter what."
When Joy finally cracked the signal and gave them the exact coordinates, the tension in the room shot up instantly.
Anshuman grabbed Sam by the shirt.
"We're not wasting a single second. Let's MOVE."
They ran straight to Sam's garage, the one packed with luxury cars and superbikes.
Vasco: "Bro what's the plan?"
Anshuman clenched his fists.
"Only I'm going. If something happens, I'll contact you."
Sam: "Then what do you need? A bike or a car?"
Anshuman didn't even hesitate.
"I need a Ducati.
Best model you've got."
Sam pressed a button, and a platform rose from the floor—revealing a red Ducati Panigale V4 R shining under the lights.
Vasco whistled. "Bro's about to fly."
Anshuman put on the helmet, cracked his neck, and sat on the bike.
VROOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!
In one second, he launched out of the garage and disappeared down the road at insane speed.
SCENE CUT — ANSHUMAN ARRIVES
Anshuman reached the location Joy had sent.
It was an old abandoned garage. Silent. Creepy.
The wind made the broken shutters knock.
He walked inside slowly.
"Ayaan? BRO?"
It was dark—completely black—except a faint silhouette sitting in the corner.
Anshuman stepped closer and exhaled in relief.
"Ayaan… where were you, bro? We were dying—"
He placed his hand on Ayaan's shoulder.
Ayaan slowly raised his head.
His eyes were empty. Cold. Deadly.
Suddenly—
CRACK!
Ayaan grabbed Anshuman's wrist with terrifying force.
Anshuman: "Ayaan?! What the—"
Before he could finish—
THAAAADDD!!!
Ayaan kicked him in the chest so hard that the entire garage door EXPLODED and Anshuman was thrown outside, rolling on the ground.
Anshuman coughed, standing up weakly.
Ayaan walked out of the shadows like a monster.
"I don't know you," he said in a flat, deadly voice.
"But James told me…
you're my enemy."
Then Ayaan whistled softly.
Out of nowhere, a black BMW S1000R rolled forward.
Ayaan sat on it, started the engine—
BWAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
—and blasted off at incredible speed.
Anshuman wiped the blood from his lip.
"James brainwashed him…
He doesn't even recognize me…"
He put on his helmet again, eyes burning with determination.
"I'm bringing you back, Ayaan.
Even if I have to chase you across the whole city."
He kicked his Ducati into gear—
VROOOOOOOOMMMMM!!
—And launched after Ayaan, beginning the high-speed chase.
THE CINEMATIC BIKE CHASE BEGINS
Ayaan's BMW S1000R roars like a beast, the engine screaming through the empty industrial road.
Anshuman grips the handles of the Ducati Panigale V4, eyes burning with worry and determination.
Ayaan speeds ahead—cold eyes, no emotion.
His mind is blank.
Only one command repeats in his head:
"Everyone is your enemy."
He twists the throttle FULL, the BMW shooting forward like a bullet.
Anshuman (shouting):
"Bro! Listen to me! STOP!!"
But Ayaan doesn't even turn his head.
He leans the bike low—so low the footpegs spark against the road—and takes a sharp turn into the city.
THE CITY CHASE
The moment they enter Gangseo city, the traffic is heavy.
Cars. Buses. People crossing.
The neon boards shine bright.
Ayaan doesn't care.
He cuts between buses with millimetres to spare.
Anshuman follows.
A HUGE TRUCK suddenly crosses the road.
Ayaan doesn't slow down.
He drifts sideways, sliding under the truck, sparks flying everywhere —
like a scene straight out of an action movie.
Anshuman:
"ARE YOU CRAZY—!?"
He lifts the Ducati's front wheel and does a wheelie jump over the truck's edge just in time.
Ayaan's moves become inhuman.
He ramps off a small platform, lands on the rooftop of a parking building, and keeps going.
Anshuman sees this and screams:
"BRO I'M A HUMAN, NOT A BIKE STUNT ACTOR!!!"
But he still follows.
He jumps the Ducati onto the same rooftop—
barely landing, the bike sliding sideways before stabilizing.
Ayaan reaches the rooftop edge... AND JUMPS.
He launches the BMW across a 20-foot gap
landing onto the next building.
Anshuman stops at the edge—
Anshuman:
"…I'm definitely dying today."
He reverses, takes a long runway—
RRRRRROOOOAAAAAARRRRRR—
and FLIES across the gap.
Lands hard.
Almost crashes.
But saves it at the last second.
Ayaan stops on the final rooftop.
Anshuman arrives.
Both engines rumble in the night.
The wind blows.
Ayaan turns slowly…
eyes cold…
expression empty.
He takes off his helmet.
Ayaan (emotionless):
"James said you're my enemy.
Stay away."
Anshuman breathes heavily…
hurt, confused, angry.
Anshuman:
"You idiot… we're family."
Ayaan tightens his fists.
He comes closer…
Then—
A HELICOPTER LIGHT shines on both of them.
James' voice echoes from speakers:
James:
"Good. Ayaan, finish him."
Ayaan steps forward…
Eyes dark.
Hands clenched.
The chase ends.
The REAL fight begins.
The helicopter blades slowed…
Wind blasted across the rooftop.
James stepped out, hands in his pockets, smiling with pure arrogance.
Ayaan stood beside him—cold, unreadable, staring straight at Anshuman.
Then—
THUD… THUD…
A massive figure walked out from behind James.
A monster of a man.
Broad shoulders. Thick arms. Eyes empty of emotion.
Anshuman:
"Bro… a 3v1 is NOT fair."
James smirked.
James:
"Who said it's 3v1?"
The helicopter door opened again—
Vasco and Sam stepped out, walking beside Anshuman.
Anshuman (smirking):
"I called backup."
James turned to the giant.
James:
"Goo Kim. Let's go. Ayaan will handle these three… alone."
Goo Kim followed James toward the helicopter exit stairs.
Leaving Ayaan…
standing in the center of the rooftop…
Against the three who trusted him.
THE BETRAYAL
Vasco stepped forward slowly, hands raised.
Vasco:
"Bro… we are FRIENDS.
Let's not break our bond, okay?"
He walked closer…
And hugged Ayaan tightly.
A second later—
CRACK!
Ayaan's knee shot up with monstrous speed—
RIGHT INTO VASCO'S RIBS.
Vasco's body lifted off the ground— and crashed into the rooftop wall, the wall denting from impact.
He fell, coughing blood.
Sam rushed forward.
Sam:
"Ayaan PLEASE! We don't want to fight you! Calm d—"
But Ayaan vanished—
FLASH.
In an instant he was behind Sam.
He grabbed Sam from the waist, lifted him effortlessly—
BOOM!
He kicked Sam off his feet, sending him smashing into the giant rooftop water tank.
Water burst out, flooding the area.
Anshuman looked at both his friends—broken, hurt—but breathing.
He clenched his fists.
Anshuman:
"Ayaan… stop this. This isn't you."
Ayaan turned his head slowly… eyes pitch black.
Ayaan:
"You three…
Come together.
Fight me."
The wind howled across the rooftop.
Water dripped everywhere.
Vasco stood up, wiping his mouth.
Sam crawled out of the broken tank.
Anshuman cracked his neck.
They stepped into a triangle formation.
Ayaan vs Anshuman + Vasco + Sam
Ayaan smirked, lowering his center of gravity.
Ayaan:
"Let's begin."
And with a single step—
the rooftop exploded with motion.
Ayaan stood in front of them, eyes cold, breathing steady.
Vasco wiped the blood from his mouth. "Ayaan… don't make us do this."
Ayaan said nothing — only raised his hand and curled two fingers toward them.
"Come."
Vasco roared first, charging with a full-power punch. Ayaan didn't move until the last millisecond — then tilted his head slightly. The punch missed by a hair. Ayaan grabbed Vasco's wrist, twisted it, and lifted him with one hand before slamming him onto the rooftop floor so hard the tiles cracked.
Sam rushed in from the right with rapid jabs aimed at Ayaan's ribs, but Ayaan blocked each one with effortless precision — tap, tap, tap — then spun behind Sam and struck the back of his neck with the edge of his hand. Sam dropped to his knees, coughing.
Anshuman appeared behind Ayaan and tried to put him in a chokehold.
"Sorry, bro…" Anshuman whispered.
Ayaan exhaled slowly.
His eyes went fully dark.
In one motion he bent forward, flipped Anshuman over his shoulder, and kicked him mid-air. Anshuman hit the ground and slid across the rooftop to the edge, almost falling off.
Vasco got up, furious. "AYAAN! WAKE UP!"
He rushed again with everything he had — punches, elbows, tackles. Ayaan dodged every hit like he already knew each move before it happened. Then Ayaan countered with a knee into Vasco's stomach, followed by a spinning kick that sent Vasco rolling into a metal pillar, bending it.
Sam grabbed a metal rod from the rooftop and swung it toward Ayaan. Sparks burst as Ayaan blocked it with his bare arm and then punched the rod in half. Sam froze.
Ayaan grabbed Sam by the collar and threw him through a glass shack on the rooftop.
Anshuman came again, blood dripping down his face. "I'm not leaving you…"
He launched a flurry of punches with everything he had. Ayaan didn't even blink — he stepped in, ducked, lifted Anshuman by the waist, and slammed him down with a perfect German suplex.
All three were on the ground, coughing, bleeding, barely able to move.
Ayaan stood over them, expression empty.
"You are not my friends," he said. "James was right."
He turned, walked to the edge of the rooftop, mounted his BMW S1000R that was waiting on the helipad, and started the engine.
He didn't look back even once.
Ayaan rode off the building and disappeared into the city night — leaving Sam, Vasco, and Anshuman broken on the rooftop.
Next day, they three walked back into the school—Anshuman, Vasco, and Sam—heads down, eyes tired.
The halls felt heavier than usual. Every student laughing, talking, walking around… it all felt wrong, because they couldn't rescue Ayaan.
They sat on the stairs quietly, replaying the rooftop fight again and again in their minds.
Vasco finally muttered,
"Bro… it's not like we were weak. We were fighting our own friend. That's why we couldn't go all out."
Sam nodded slowly.
"He didn't even try to hurt us properly… and we also held back. Maybe that's why we lost."
For a moment, nobody spoke.
Then Anshuman suddenly stood up with a spark in his eyes.
"I GOT IT. We need someone who can beat James. Only then we can get Ayaan back."
They all looked at each other, thinking.
Vasco shrugged.
"Who?"
Anshuman snapped his fingers.
"Gun. Let's bring Gun!"
He pulled out his mobile and dialed Gun's number.
Switched off.
"Great…" Anshuman sighed, "Okay then… let's call Kim."
He turned to Zoe.
"Zoe, where's Kim?"
Zoe looked worried.
"Kim has gone somewhere with my father… as his personal security. He won't be available."
All three of them froze.
"No Gun… no Kim… bro how will we rescue Ayaan now?" Sam whispered.
Just then—Joy came running.
"I got it! I found the exact location of Ayaan!"
Anshuman grabbed Joy by the shoulders.
"WHERE?!"
Joy opened his phone.
"Here… but—"
Before he could finish, a message notification popped up on all of their phones.
They looked down.
"We are coming to Gangseo Main Street. Get ready."
Anshuman's face went pale.
"I think… this is all over."
Vasco cracked his knuckles, forcing a smile.
"Don't worry… Iron Fist is always with us."
Even Sam nodded, though his hands trembled.
They gathered everyone and headed toward Gangseo Main Street.
The road was empty. The air cold. Every shop shutter down.
Silence.
"Why is no one here…?" Vasco whispered.
Then—
BOOM!
Lights flashed on.
In ONE second, they were surrounded by hundreds—no, thousands—of men, all dressed in black, blocking every exit.
And in front, standing like a king with a smirk, was James, with Goo Kim beside him.
James laughed.
"Just Iron Fist? That's all? That's not nearly enough."
He raised two fingers to his mouth—
WHISTLED.
Everyone turned.
But no one stepped forward.
Instead, music started.
Bass shaking the whole street.
Everyone looked up.
On top of the tallest building, a man stood in a white suit… in a PERFECT hero pose, wind blowing his coat.
He jumped.
Landed silently.
Slowly… he removed his mask.
It was AYAAN.
Iron Fist's heart dropped.
Even Vasco took a step back.
James smirked.
"Perfect. Now… finish them."
And then—
THE FIGHT BEGINS.