Chapter 16: The Man Who Lived

Finding Ayaan Malik wasn't easy.

Sana's uncle worked at Nadra, and after some convincing (and a promise to bring biryani), they got an address.

It led them to an abandoned house on the outskirts of Karachi.

The place was falling apart—windows shattered, the walls covered in old, faded writing. Strange symbols were scratched into the wood.

Areeba knocked. "Mr. Ayaan?"

No answer.

She knocked again. Harder.

The door creaked open by itself.

Zoya grabbed Sana's arm. "I hate this. This is horror movie stuff."

Areeba stepped inside. "We don't have a choice."

The house smelled of mold and dust, but also something… rotting.

Then, a voice came from the darkness.

"You should not have come."

A man stepped into the light.

He was old, his beard unkempt, his eyes hollow. His hands were covered in scars.

Ayaan Malik.

The last survivor.