That night, back at the police station, Naina sent the locket for forensic analysis while Aryan, Karan, and Riya sat in the briefing room.
None of them had slept.
Naina re-entered the room, holding her phone. Her expression was unreadable.
"We have a problem," she said.
She turned the phone around and showed them a text message.
Unknown Number:
"V is dead. Proceed accordingly."
Silence.
A heavy, unsettling silence.
Aryan's stomach dropped.
Karan's hands clenched into fists. "What the hell does that mean?"
Naina's face was grim. "It means someone else was involved. And they're already moving forward with whatever plan they had."
Riya's voice was barely above a whisper. "It's not over."
Aryan stared at the words on the screen. His mind raced with possibilities.
If the killer had been part of something bigger…
What were they dealing with?
Who was V?
And more importantly—who had sent this message?
Naina deleted the text immediately and pulled out her own encrypted device. She quickly traced the number, but the result was exactly what she had feared.
Untraceable.
"They're covering their tracks," she muttered.
Aryan exhaled. "So, what do we do?"
Naina's eyes narrowed. "We find them. Before they find us."
A Deeper Fear
Later that night, Aryan sat on his bed in the apartment, staring at the locket. Turning it over in his hands.
Karan sat across from him, silent.
Riya had gone to bed early. She barely spoke the entire night.
Karan exhaled. "She's not okay."
Aryan looked up. "None of us are."
"But it's different for her," Karan muttered. "She was kidnapped, tortured, almost killed… this doesn't just go away."
Aryan didn't respond.
Because deep down, he knew Karan was right.
This wasn't something Riya—or any of them—could move on from.
Not when it was still happening.
Karan ran a hand through his hair. "So, what now?"
Aryan held up the locket. "This is our only clue. We find out who these people are."
Karan exhaled. "And then?"
Aryan's gaze darkened.
"We end this. For good."
Elsewhere…
In a darkened room, a figure sat in front of a large screen. Multiple live surveillance feeds flickered across it, showing different locations across the city.
A soft chime echoed in the silent space.
The figure tapped on their phone. A message appeared.
Unknown Number:
"The Abyss is watching. The hunt begins."
The figure smirked, their fingers tracing the edge of a silver pendant.
The same pendant Aryan had found in the locket.
They typed a response.
"The next phase is ready."
The figure leaned back, watching the screens with cold amusement.
Because the game was far from over.
It was just beginning.