As Ayan opened the door—
three men stood there.
Dressed in black, cold eyes staring straight at him.
"We know Ira is here."
Ayan froze.
He turned back—
Ira was gone.
The window was open… curtains flying in the wind.
On the table, a note—
"What I didn't tell you… I am the danger.
Don't try to find me."
Ayan felt his world spin.
But one question burned in his mind—
Who is Ira, really?
And why does it feel like…
this story isn't ending here, but just beginning?