ARBIND_JASWARA

In a world where shadows lurk unseen, Paritraan is not your typical hero. Born from loss and forged in hardship, he abandoned his dreams to support his struggling family—only to lose everything. Left broken after his mother’s mysterious death, he stumbles upon Anahata, a sentient machine from a forgotten civilization, who offers him more than just power—it offers him purpose.

With scraps and technology far beyond human comprehension, Paritraan crafts his own suit of Armor and weapons to wage war against hidden enemies who threaten humanity from the shadows. As he unravels the dark conspiracy behind his mother’s death, he discovers that aliens walk among humans, and not all of them come in peace.

But being a hero isn’t easy. Haunted by his past, hunted by unknown forces, and burdened by an AI that’s as playful as it is powerful, Paritraan must rise above his pain. Because in the fight for humanity’s future, even a hero forged from scrap can shine brighter than steel.

In this battle between light and shadow, will Paritraan’s redemption be the world’s salvation?

PARITRAAN:Rust and Redemption

Paritraan wiped the sweat off his forehead as he stepped out of the dingy garage where he worked. His muscles ached from the long shift, but his routine never changed. He walked home, performed his usual exercise, and finally collapsed onto his mattress for a short nap.

When he woke up, the night had already settled in. He sat up, stretching, his mind drifting to the suit and sword resting in his makeshift workshop.

Paritraan: (Murmuring) "Time for a test run."

The junkyard was his sanctuary. A place of scrapes and forgotten things, where he had found his second life. His boots crunched against the dirt as he walked toward the familiar pile of discarded metal. Just as he was about to reach his usual training spot, hushed voices cut through the silence.

Paritraan: "Anahata, scan the area."

A soft hum vibrated through his chest before Anahata responded.

Anahata: "Four men. Heated argument. They seem... agitated."

Paritraan: (Whispering) "What are they talking about?"

Anahata: "Give me a second... (pauses) Kidnapping. A girl. She's in the back of a car."

Paritraan's breath hitched. He crouched behind a rusted heap of metal, listening closely as the men argued.

Man 1: (Growling) "We should let that girl suffer. Her sister humiliated us."

Man 2: "Yeah, that cop ruined our operations. She thought she could mess with us and get away with it?"

Man 3: "But we can't just kill her here. "The police are on high alert because of her sister.

Man 4: (Grumbling) "Enough talking. Let's ask the boss."

One of the men pulled out his phone and dialed. Paritraan held his breath, listening.

Gang Boss: (Through the phone) "What now?"

Man 1: "Boss, do we kill her or not?"

A pause. Then, the boss's voice came again, cold and indifferent.

Gang Boss: "Her sister put two of our men behind bars. Make her suffer. But do it however you want. "Just don't leave loose ends." Click.

The line went dead. The men exchanged uneasy glances.

Man 3: "If we kill her, her sister will lose her mind. She'll break."

Man 4: "Then let's make her suffer before we end it."

Paritraan clenched his fists. He had to do something. But charging in recklessly could put the girl in danger.

Paritraan: (Quietly) "Anahata, check if the police are close."

Anahata: "They're patrolling, but not nearby. I'll send them an anonymous tip."

Paritraan: "Good. Make it untraceable. The police are used to these calls now."

Anahata: "Done. They're dispatching a unit. Five minutes out."

Paritraan took a deep breath. He had five minutes to get the girl out safely before things spiraled out of control.

Moving silently, he approached the car Anahata had pinpointed. The vehicle sat on the edge of the junkyard, partially hidden by stacks of scrap. The men were still arguing a short distance away.

He peered through the dirty window.

She was tied up, her eyes wide with fear. Dark hair framed her delicate face, and even in the dim light, he could see she was beautiful.

Something about her made his chest tighten.

Paritraan: (Murmuring) "She's my age..."

He swallowed hard and reached for the car handle. The metal was cold against his fingers.

Then, as if sensing his presence, the girl's eyes snapped up.

Rust and Rescue