Calcutta, Late 1912
In the daylight, Arjun Sen emerged as a charismatic leader of a new political movement—an extremist nationalist party that boldly demanded independence and rallied the masses with impassioned speeches and peaceful protests. The party's public face was one of unity and determined defiance, organizing marches through crowded streets and composing manifestos that stirred hope and pride among Indians suffering under colonial rule.This was Arjun's disguise: a leader who channeled the people's frustrations into organized resistance, gaining legitimacy and protection from British suspicion. His speeches, though fiery, carried the veneer of civility and political process, blurring lines between radicalism and patriotism. Arjun had learned that to fight an empire, one must sometimes wear its mask.But as the crowds cheered and flags fluttered, night brought a darker reality. Beneath the city's gas lamps and hidden in the labyrinth of back alleys, Arjun transformed into the executioner—the invisible hand of justice wielded by the Death Note. British officers notorious for their cruelty, businessmen profiting from exploitation, crooked politicians—each name meticulously inscribed in the ledger, vanishing without explanation.This dual existence was a precarious balance. By day, he led peaceful expressions of dissent; by night, he penned silent death sentences, destabilizing the empire's power from within its own ranks. The British were confounded—how could a man who led protests also wreak havoc unseen?Arjun's shinigami eyes saw not just the physical but the symbolic lifespans of the empire's supporters slipping away. The strategy was ruthless yet precise: instill fear in powerholders while inspiring the oppressed to rise with hope.Yet, this double life tested Arjun's resolve. The executioner's cold necessity clashed with the leader's hopeful vision, and the cost of secrecy weighed heavily on his soul. Each peaceful march was shadowed by silent death, each hopeful chant undercut by grim resolve.The empire's grip loosened incrementally, but the shadows lengthened. To survive, Arjun had to master masks within masks, a fire burning beneath layers of deception—both savior and harbinger in the dawn of a new India.