The weight of the discovery hung heavy in the air.
Aryan, still holding his wound, looked at Naina. "So, what now?"
Naina didn't hesitate. "Now we find out who's really behind all of this."
Karan gritted his teeth. "You're telling me we've been chasing the wrong guy?"
Naina shook her head. "No. He was part of it. But he wasn't alone."
Riya shuddered. "So… there's still someone out there?"
Aryan clutched the pendulum tighter. His mind raced with possibilities.
What if they had been following the wrong lead this entire time?
What if the real mastermind was still in the shadows, watching?
Then—something happened.
A sound.
A low cough.
A shuddered breath.
The seemingly lifeless body on the ground… moved.
Karan's eyes widened in horror. "No way—"
The killer's bloodied fingers twitched.
Then—his eyes snapped open.
A chilling, raspy whisper escaped his lips.
"It's… not… over."
And then, he smiled.