Episode -6
Opening Scene – INT. ABANDONED TEMPLE – NIGHT
The dust is still settling from the collapse. The team struggles to regain their footing, but Ishaan's only focus is on Anya. She's trembling, her breath ragged.
ISHAAN:
"Anya, talk to me. What did you see?"
She grips his wrist like a lifeline.
ANYA (whispering):
"The end. It's already happening."
His stomach knots. He's never seen her this shaken. Before he can press further, the walls begin shifting again. Symbols rearrange, forming new patterns—ones they don't recognize.
A voice—deep, guttural, inhuman—whispers from the darkness.
WHISPER:
"You were warned."
The torches flicker violently. Shadows twist unnaturally. Something is here with them.
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INT. SECRET PASSAGE – NIGHT
They move cautiously through the underground corridors, led by the faint glow of Anya's wrist light. The atmosphere is suffocating, as if the very air is pressing in on them.
Ishaan stays close to Anya, his hand hovering near hers.
ISHAAN:
"Are you sure you can keep going?"
ANYA:
"Do we have a choice?"
She forces a small smile, but he can see through it.
ISHAAN (softly):
"I meant you. Not the mission."
She stops, glancing at him. The flickering torchlight casts shadows over his face, making his concern look even heavier.
ANYA:
"I saw you."
ISHAAN:
"What?"
ANYA:
"In the vision. I saw you alone. Calling for me."
The words settle between them like a weight. For the first time, Ishaan looks afraid. He doesn't answer immediately. Then—
ISHAAN:
"Then we don't let that happen."
A beat. Then, impulsively, he brushes his fingers against hers—deliberate, grounding. She exhales shakily and grips his hand.
Their moment is shattered by a scream from deeper in the tunnel.
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INT. CHAMBER OF REFLECTIONS
They burst into a massive underground chamber, walls lined with mirrors—ancient, cracked, but somehow still reflective.
And in each reflection, their own images are distorted. Wrong.
Ishaan's reflection is standing alone, staring at him with hollow, blackened eyes. Anya's reflection is twisted—something is standing behind her, whispering into her ear.
She stumbles back, crashing into Ishaan. His grip on her tightens.
ANYA (breathing heavily):
"It's us. But not."
ISHAAN:
"They're showing us what we could become."
The reflections start moving on their own, out of sync. Their other selves whisper things they can't understand. The whispers rise to a deafening roar—until one phrase becomes clear:
"One must break to save the other."
The glass shatters.
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INT. DARK HALLWAY – AFTERMATH
Ishaan leads Anya away from the chamber, his arm firmly around her. She's shaking but doesn't fight him. The others trail behind, rattled.
They stop in a secluded corner. Ishaan gently cups her face, forcing her to focus.
ISHAAN:
"Anya. Look at me."
She does. The storm behind her eyes is still there.
ISHAAN:
"That thing in the mirror—that's not you."
ANYA:
"But what if it is?"
Her voice cracks, and for the first time, her fear is raw, unfiltered. He doesn't answer right away. Instead, he does something unexpected.
He pulls her into him. Holds her.
ISHAAN (softly):
"It's not."
She exhales against his shoulder, gripping his jacket like she's afraid he'll disappear.
A long, heavy pause. Then—
ANYA (muffled against him):
"This is the worst possible time for this."
ISHAAN (smirking slightly):
"Yeah."
Neither of them let go.
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INT. DEEPER INTO THE RUINS – FINAL SCENE
The team moves forward. The path ahead is darker, colder. The feeling of being watched never fades.
Anya stays close to Ishaan, their fingers still loosely intertwined—silent, unspoken reassurance.
Then, at the end of the tunnel, a massive stone doorway covered in glyphs. One symbol glows brighter than the rest—
A shape eerily resembling Anya's own eye.
She goes still.
ANYA:
"This… this was meant for me."
Ishaan tightens his grip on her hand.
ISHAAN:
"Then we go together."
The door rumbles open. The darkness inside is endless.
They step forward.
FADE TO BLACK.
TO BE CONTINUED…