The video traveled through paths
where even the concept of the world's existence faded away.
Encrypted servers.
Private networks.
Sealed rooms—
where decisions of life and death
were made casually over cups of tea.
And then—
in three different locations,
on three different screens,
the same video began to play.
A blurred face.
A corpse hanging from iron hooks.
Blood dripping onto concrete.
And…
a smile.
Amritsar.
Second base of the terrorist network.
The moment the man saw the video,
he slammed his fist onto the table.
CRACK.
"Shut it down,"
he growled.
"NOW. IMMEDIATELY."
One man hesitated.
The very next second—
the boss grabbed his subordinate
and hurled him straight into the TV screen.
CRASH.
The screen shattered into pieces.
Glass scattered across the floor.
"Khalid Raza was not weak,"
he roared.
"So the one who did this…"
His voice suddenly turned cold.
"…will come here as well."
There was no fear in him.
Only rage.
Rajasthan.
Third terrorist base.
The room was drowned in darkness.
Only the glow of the screen remained.
The man rose from his bed
and sat down directly in front of it.
He played the video again.
Watched it till the end.
Then—
he rewound it.
Paused it.
And suddenly,
he burst into laughter—
the kind that belonged to a psychopath.
"Ahhh…"
"This guy is fascinating."
"After so many years,
I'm finally feeling something again."
"I wish he'd torture me like this too
and kill me."
"I think I've fallen in love with him."
His laughter echoed through the room.
Gujarat.
Fourth terrorist base.
The third man didn't move at all.
The cigarette between his fingers burned out,
fell to the ground.
He closed his eyes.
Tears slid down his face.
"You didn't die,"
he whispered.
"You were martyred."
No one in the room dared to speak.
He stood up slowly.
"I think…
he'll come here as well."
"Because he said—
if we don't return to the place
we came from,
he will follow us."
"And I'll be waiting for him."
HELL Headquarters.
The screen went dark.
Silence swallowed the room.
Hebi spoke first.
"The face is blurred,"
she said calmly.
"But that smile…"
"That's definitely Rohan."
Titan nodded.
"It's been a long time since I've seen him like this."
He mocked Berserker.
"Isn't that right, Berserker?"
Berserker sat far away,
pressed against a corner of the wall,
one hand covering his eyes.
As if the video itself
had torn something open inside him.
"Yes… yes…"
"Turn that video off."
"I prefer the Young Reaper—
not the Smile of Death."
Titan laughed.
Hebi spoke again.
"So he's started taking his revenge."
"There are still three targets left."
"Titan…
who do you think attacked the college,
and what's his real objective?"
Titan remained calm.
"Whatever their objective is,"
"Rohan will figure it out."
"And don't ask me."
"When the Young Reaper returns,
ask him yourself."
Hebi said nothing.
Laboratory.
The doctor and Reaper stood before the screen.
The video ended.
The doctor spoke quietly.
"Sir… Reaper…
it seems what you said
is about to come true."
Reaper didn't blink.
"No, Doctor."
"He hasn't awakened yet."
"This is only
the second version of the Young Reaper."
"Becoming the Smile of Death
will take time."
"Until the Young Reaper faces someone
close to my level,
he will not awaken."
"And I hope…"
"…that after finishing this mission,
he returns to HELL…"
"…and takes my place."
"Because if even after this mission
his hunger isn't satisfied—
then I may be the one in danger."
Reaper kept staring
at the final frame on the screen—
The blurred face.
That smile.
The lights slowly dimmed.
The screen went black.
And from that darkness,
another voice emerged.
"Ladies and gentlemen,
we'll be landing in Amritsar shortly."
White light.
Inside the airplane cabin,
Rohan sat still.
Eyes closed.
Breathing calm.
As if the darkness of the laboratory
had followed him here.
A soft click of the seatbelt.
Rohan opened his eyes.
Outside the window—
Amritsar.
The plane descended smoothly onto the runway.
THUD.
And the story moved forward.
People walked through the airport corridor.
Announcements echoed overhead.
And among them—
Rohan moved ahead without stopping.
No luggage.
No hesitation.
Only the cold silence
that comes before war.
At the exit,
he paused for a moment,
feeling the air of the city.
There was no emotion on his face.
But somewhere far away…
inside an underground base…
on a flickering screen…
that same smile played again.
The smile
that would turn him into
the Smile of Death.
The Young Reaper had arrived in Amritsar.