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"You're the only one I trusted!"

Yead's scream tore through the silence, a guttural, primal howl that shook the very fabric of reality. The deserted hallway trembled as if reacting to his agony. His eyes, once pleading for mercy, now burned with an unnatural demonic intensity. Shadows danced wildly on the walls, distorting into grotesque forms as his body swelled, veins pulsing with rage.

Arindom, blade in hand, lunged forward, hoping to end it quickly. The knife sank deep into Yead's belly, a sickening sound filling the air. For a moment, Arindom thought he'd succeeded. But when he looked up, he saw the horrific truth—Yead was unfazed, his massive hand looming over him, ready to crush him like an insect.

Before the blow could land, a blur shot through the corridor. Prinon slammed into Arindom, knocking him out of harm's way. The impact sent Arindom crashing into the floor, but Prinon's leg got slammed under Yead's artacky.. A sickening crack echoed. His scream was brief, muffled by his grit, but his face twisted in agony.

Yead barely acknowledged the interruption, his monstrous form now towering over them. His teeth, elongated into jagged fangs, snapped as he let out a feral growl. His nails had morphed into twisted claws, glinting under the dim light like deadly blades. With terrifying speed, he brought his foot down on Prinon, sending him flying down the hallway. Prinon's body crashed into the wall with a sickening thud, blood spraying from his mouth as he hit the ground.

Arindom watched in horror, realizing just how outmatched they were. He scrambled back, barely able to process the transformation happening before him. Yead, once human, had now become something else entirely—a towering abomination. His once familiar face now twisted into a hideous mockery of itself, his body warped into a grotesque, demonic form.

Yead lunged at Arindom, jaws snapping shut inches from his face. Arindom's heart pounded in his chest as he stared into the eyes of the monster, unable to move, frozen by the sheer terror of the moment.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, Yead stopped. He turned back trying to land an attack on Prinon who was heading towards him with a broken leg but he outspeeded him and actually headed to kick Arindom. Yead held his leg to stop him.

"Heh... knew it," Prinon muttered through gritted teeth. His broken leg barely supported him as he wobbled forward, yet there was a deadly calm in his eyes. "You're holding back, aren't you, Yead?"

Yead's monstrous hands shook as he gripped Prinon's broken leg. His breath came in ragged gasps, but he didn't strike. Prinon leaned in, his voice low, his words cutting deeper than any blade.

"Tongues are sharper than blades," he whispered. "So, why are you holding back? You're the god of this realm, aren't you?" Prinon's words stung, igniting something primal in Yead.

Yead let out a guttural scream, his voice warping into something monstrous, and staggered backward. The air around them rippled as reality itself seemed to crack, the hallway fracturing like fragile glass under a hammer. Prinon continued to advance, limping forward, unafraid.

"Come on!" Prinon taunted, his voice cutting through the chaos. "You took the lives of all those people, didn't you? Own it."

Suddenly, Yead's form collapsed in on itself, dissolving into a dark, viscous liquid. The swirling mass slithered towards Prinon like a predator, creeping up his arm, forming a grotesque mouth on his hand, its three jagged teeth dripping with venom.

"I just wanted the life I dreamed of," the mouth hissed, its voice cold, metallic. Before Prinon could react, the liquid surged into his body. A searing pain shot through him, and darkness overtook his senses.

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Prinon awoke with a start. The familiar setting of a classroom surrounded him, bathed in an eerie, ghostly moonlight. His head pounded with the residual echoes of Yead's presence. The students around him sat motionless, their eyes wide open, but their expressions were vacant, as if frozen in time.

He looked at them, then at his hands, trembling. His skin crawled where the liquid had touched him, an otherworldly numbness spreading through his veins. Yead's memories began to flood his mind—his dreams, his agony, his betrayal.

Prinon closed his eyes, feeling a strange sense of understanding. "I feel sorry for you, Yead. But your plan... it was a child's fantasy." His voice was a whisper, filled with a deep sadness. He rose from his seat, feeling the weight of his newfound purpose. He knew where he had to go—the city, to retrieve the sketchbook.

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Raiyan's feet pounded against the pavement, his breath coming in sharp, panicked gasps as he raced through the narrow streets. The ominous feeling that had haunted him all day had built to a crescendo. His apartment loomed ahead, but when he pushed the door open, his worst fears were realized.

The sight before him was a vision of hell.

His mother lay crumpled on the floor, her eyes wide and empty, the life drained from her body. Beside her, Shayed—his brother—was motionless, a pool of blood spreading beneath his body. Raiyan's heart shattered, his knees buckling as he stumbled towards them.

"No... no, no, no," Raiyan whispered, his voice barely a breath as he clutched Shayed's lifeless body. "We promised... we promised we'd avenge Dad... together."

His hands shook as he grasped his brother's bloodied shirt, tears streaming down his face. His sobs turned into ragged cries, a primal wail that echoed through the desolate room. The walls seemed to close in on him as the weight of his loss crushed his soul.

And then, from the shadows, a voice—broken, hoarse—whispered, "Don't worry... he avenged your father."

Raiyan froze, the blood draining from his face. Slowly, he turned, but before he could see the speaker, a deafening crack split the air. Pain exploded in his head, and everything went black.

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Epilogue: The Long Shadow of Betrayal

Years before, Raiyan and Shayed's family had fractured, their parents separating. Raiyan had been sent to live with their father, while Shayed stayed with their mother. But their dream of a whole family had been shattered when their father was murdered, leaving them with nothing but vengeance.

And now, with both his mother and brother dead, Raiyan was truly alone.

The city of Sylhet descended into chaos shortly after, a wave of deaths sweeping through its streets like a plague. Lockdown followed as fear gripped the population. Whispers circulated, hushed rumors of a man named Prinon Biswas—a figure whose name struck terror and awe in equal measure. Some claimed he was their protector, but no one truly understood his role in the carnage.