Waking up of a something stranger than you thought

Season 1, Episode 1 – The Birth of a Survivor

Scene 1: A Weakling's Nightmare

A dimly lit street, echoes of footsteps, a faint drizzle tapping against the pavement. Surya, a frail, fair-skinned, skinny boy, walked home alone, his school uniform drenched in sweat and rain. His hands trembled as he clutched his books, the weight of fear pressing on his chest.

"Just keep walking... don't look back..." he told himself.

But it was too late.

From the shadows, a gang of older boys emerged, their grins sharp as knives. Aniket, the leader, cracked his knuckles, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.

"Look who we have here! The weakling who dreams of equality," he mocked, stepping closer.

Surya's breath hitched. He knew what was coming. He tried to run, but they were faster. Hands grabbed him, shoving him against a wall.

"You think the weak deserve a place among the strong?" Aniket sneered. "Let me teach you reality."

A punch to the gut. Surya gasped, his vision blurring. Another blow, then another. Kicks rained down mercilessly. The pain was unbearable, but the worst was yet to come.

A glint of silver. A knife.

Surya's eyes widened.

"No... stop... please..." he barely managed to whisper.

But Aniket didn't stop. He grinned as he plunged the knife into Surya's abdomen.

Darkness swallowed everything.

Scene 2: Left for Dead

The forest was eerily silent. Leaves rustled as the wind carried the scent of blood. Surya's body lay motionless, his uniform soaked in crimson.

But he wasn't dead.

Pain jolted him awake. He coughed, agony tearing through his body. The wound in his stomach burned, but he had no time to think.

He was in the middle of a dense forest. Alone.

"I need to move… or I'll die here."

With trembling hands, he pressed against the damp earth, dragging himself forward. The scent of blood was thick in the air. And something else—something primal, something dangerous.

A low growl echoed.

Surya's breath hitched. His eyes darted to the darkness beyond the trees. And then he saw it.

A cheetah, its golden eyes locked onto him.

He froze. The predator stepped closer, muscles coiled, ready to strike.

"No… not like this…" Surya thought, his mind racing.

His body was weak. He had no strength left. He could barely breathe, let alone run.

The cheetah lunged.

Surya squeezed his eyes shut.

A blur of motion. A savage snarl. And then—a body crashed into the cheetah, sending it tumbling away.

Scene 3: The Wild Stranger

Surya's eyes shot open. Standing between him and death was a wild-looking boy, no older than 17, with untamed black hair and piercing eyes filled with raw intensity.

Dressed in tattered clothing, the boy moved like a beast himself—fast, precise, unyielding. The cheetah snarled, circling him.

But the boy didn't hesitate. He lunged, fists clenched, dodging and striking with inhuman agility.

Surya watched in shock. This boy wasn't just strong. He was something else entirely.

In one final strike, the boy slammed his fist into the cheetah's skull. The beast collapsed, whimpering before scampering away.

A heavy silence followed.

The boy turned, eyes scanning Surya. His gaze was unreadable, sharp yet oddly familiar.

"You're still alive?" he finally spoke, his voice rough yet controlled.

Surya tried to respond, but his body betrayed him. His vision swayed, darkness creeping in.

The last thing he saw before blacking out was the boy crouching beside him, murmuring something.

"You're weak. But you survived. That means you have a reason to live."

Episode 1 – End.

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Episode 2 – The Struggle for Survival

Surya's body ached as he stumbled through the dense forest, his vision blurring with every painful step. His breathing was shallow, his wounds burned, and his head pounded with exhaustion. The memory of the gang's laughter, the cold sensation of the blade piercing his flesh, and the suffocating fear of death haunted his mind.

"Why… why did they do this to me?"

He clenched his fists, his fingernails digging into his palms. He had always been weak, powerless against the cruelty of others. His body had been fragile, his voice ignored, and his existence treated like a joke. Even now, after fighting so hard to stay alive, he was on the verge of death once again.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed against a tree. The darkness of the forest seemed to mock him, whispering that his life held no meaning. His heart pounded in his ears.

Then— a growl.

Surya's body stiffened. His instincts screamed danger. Slowly, he turned his head and saw glowing, predatory eyes staring at him through the foliage. A cheetah—its sleek, muscular body poised, ready to strike.

Panic surged through him. He could barely stand, let alone fight. Was this really how it was going to end?

"No… I don't want to die."

The beast lunged.

Surya closed his eyes.

But before death could claim him— a shadow moved.

A blur of motion. A deafening roar of pain. A figure leaped from the darkness, intercepting the cheetah mid-air with raw, brutal force. The animal screeched as it was slammed into the ground.

Surya's heart pounded. His blurry vision cleared just enough to see his savior— a wild-looking boy, muscles taut, eyes burning with intensity. He stood tall, covered in scars, his hair messy, his stance unshaken.

With feral strength, he twisted the cheetah's neck— snap. The jungle fell into silence.

Surya gasped, his body trembling as the wild boy turned to him. His sharp, predatory gaze sent chills down his spine.

"Who… is he?"

The stranger approached, his expression unreadable. He crouched beside Surya and inspected his wounds, then spoke in a low, commanding voice.

"You're weak. And weakness… is death."

Surya swallowed hard. The boy's words cut deep, like a blade to his soul. He had always known he was weak. But this was different. This was reality—not the taunts of bullies, not the cruelty of classmates— this was survival.

The boy stood, his gaze unwavering.

"If you want to live, get up."

Surya struggled, his arms shaking as he tried to push himself up. Every muscle screamed in protest. But he didn't stop. He bit his lip, blood filling his mouth. His hands dug into the dirt. And finally— he stood.

For the first time in his life, he felt something unfamiliar stir within him. A refusal to accept weakness. A refusal to die.

The wild boy watched him for a moment, then gave a small smirk.

"Not bad. My name is Aditya."

Surya's breath hitched. This was the moment his fate changed forever.

Episode 2 – End.

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Episode 3 – The Path of the Strong

Surya's body screamed in pain, but he refused to collapse again. His entire life, he had been weak—trampled, ignored, humiliated. But here, in this unforgiving forest, weakness meant death.

Aditya stood before him, arms crossed, his gaze sharp and measuring. The moonlight cast shadows across his scarred face.

"You're alive because of luck," he said coldly. "But luck doesn't last. If you don't become stronger, the next beast you meet will rip you apart."

Surya clenched his fists. He had never been strong. Could he change that now? Did he even have a choice?

Aditya turned and walked deeper into the forest. "Follow me. If you can keep up, you might survive."

Surya hesitated only for a moment before pushing his body forward, stumbling after him.

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The Test of Survival

They walked for what felt like hours. Surya's legs burned, but he forced himself to move. He had to prove—if not to Aditya, then to himself—that he could survive.

Aditya suddenly stopped. Without warning, he threw a dagger straight at Surya's face.

Surya barely had time to react. He flinched, and the blade sliced through his cheek, embedding itself into a tree behind him. Blood trickled down his face.

His breath hitched.

"You flinched," Aditya said, unimpressed. "If I was an enemy, you'd be dead. Again."

Surya gritted his teeth. "What the hell was that for?!"

Aditya's stare was ice-cold. "To teach you. Fear gets you killed." He pulled another knife from his belt and tossed it at Surya's feet. "Pick it up. Kill that snake behind you."

Surya's body tensed. Slowly, he turned—and his stomach dropped.

A massive black viper coiled behind him, its piercing yellow eyes locked onto him.

His breath quickened.

"What are you waiting for?" Aditya's voice was emotionless. "Kill it, or it kills you."

Surya's hands trembled as he picked up the blade. The viper hissed. It was fast—faster than the cheetah, faster than he could react.

Could he really do this? He wasn't a fighter. He was just—

No.

He wasn't just a weak boy anymore.

Something in him snapped. His grip tightened around the blade. If I hesitate, I die.

The viper struck.

Surya's body moved on instinct. He dodged, barely missing the fangs, and plunged the knife deep into the viper's head.

Blood splattered onto his hands. The snake twitched—then went still.

Silence.

Aditya watched, eyes unreadable.

Then, for the first time, he smirked. "Not bad. Looks like you're not completely useless."

Surya's breathing was ragged. He had just killed something with his own hands.

And for the first time… he didn't feel powerless.

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Revealing the Truth

That night, they sat by a small fire. Surya stared at his bloodied hands, lost in thought.

Aditya sat across from him, sharpening a dagger. "You've been here for a day. You have two choices: become strong, or die. Which is it?"

Surya looked up. His eyes, once filled with hesitation, now burned with something new.

"I want to become strong."

Aditya's expression darkened. "Then forget everything you were before. You're not some weak city boy anymore. From now on, you fight. You kill. You survive."

Surya's fists clenched. He had already lost everything. There was no turning back.

Aditya studied him for a moment before tossing him a piece of raw meat. "Eat. You'll need your strength. Training starts at sunrise."

Surya caught it, hesitating. He had never eaten raw meat before. But he swallowed his disgust and took a bite.

The taste was terrible. But he didn't stop.

Aditya watched, satisfied.

"Welcome to hell."

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Episode 3 – End.

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Episode 4: The Will to Survive

The cold wind howled through the dense forest, rustling the leaves as the scent of damp earth filled the air. Surya sat near a small fire Aditya had built, his body still aching from the earlier fight with the cheetah. His mind drifted, replaying the moment he thought he was going to die—again. But something had changed. He was still here.

Aditya sat across from him, silently sharpening his knife. His wild, unkempt hair cast a shadow over his sharp eyes. He hadn't spoken much since saving Surya. The silence felt suffocating, but Surya couldn't bring himself to break it.

His fingers traced the bandages wrapped around his abdomen. The pain reminded him of his weakness—of the bullies who had tormented him, of the knife that tore through his skin, of the moment he was left for dead. His chest tightened as another memory resurfaced.

—A memory of his father—

"Surya, listen to me." His father knelt before him, gripping his shoulders firmly. His voice was gentle yet filled with urgency. "The world doesn't care if you're weak. It will crush you, swallow you whole if you let it. You must never stop fighting."

He remembered the warmth of his father's touch. The way his mother used to hum softly when she cooked. The sound of their laughter filling their small home. And then... the silence. The unbearable silence after they were gone.

Surya clenched his fists. He had lost everything. And yet, he was still alive.

"Eat," Aditya finally spoke, tossing him a handful of berries.

Surya hesitated before taking them. "Why did you save me?"

Aditya continued sharpening his knife, the scraping sound filling the air. "Because I know what it feels like to be alone."

The fire crackled between them.

Surya looked at Aditya—his body covered in scars, his muscles lean but strong, his eyes hardened by experience. He had survived in this merciless forest for a year. But why?

Aditya finally met his gaze. "You want to get stronger, don't you?"

Surya nodded, determination flickering in his eyes.

Aditya smirked. "Then forget who you were. You don't have time to be weak anymore."

The words hit Surya like a slap. Was he really still clinging to his old self? The boy who cried when he was bullied? The boy who was stabbed and left to die?

No. That boy was dead.

Surya exhaled sharply. His training would begin at dawn.

Episode 4 - End.

Episode 5: The First Steps into Darkness

The sun barely peeked over the horizon, casting long shadows across the damp forest floor. Mist coiled between the trees like silent phantoms, and the cold air bit at Surya's skin. He stood barefoot, his breath visible in the morning chill. Aditya faced him, arms crossed.

"This isn't going to be like the fights you had in school," Aditya said coldly. "No one's going to step in to save you."

Surya swallowed hard. He knew. He had already felt the cruel reality of the world.

"First lesson—pain is your only teacher."

Before Surya could react, Aditya moved. A blur. A fist slammed into his stomach, sending him crashing onto his back. The impact stole the air from his lungs. He gasped, coughing violently.

"Get up."

Surya's body screamed in protest, but he forced himself onto his hands and knees.

A foot struck his ribs. He rolled across the ground, dirt sticking to his skin.

"Get up!" Aditya's voice was merciless.

Surya's arms shook as he pushed himself up again. His body was weak, fragile. He hated it. He hated himself.

The next punch came fast. Surya raised his arm to block, but the force sent him stumbling.

Aditya clicked his tongue. "Pathetic. Is this all you have? You talk about getting stronger, but you don't even know how to take a hit."

Surya gritted his teeth. The words cut deeper than the blows. He forced himself forward, swinging clumsily at Aditya.

Aditya caught his wrist effortlessly and twisted. Surya cried out as pain shot up his arm.

"Pain is your friend," Aditya muttered. "It tells you that you're still alive."

Then, he let go. Surya collapsed, panting.

Aditya squatted beside him, eyes cold. "This is only the beginning. You have three weeks. If you don't toughen up by then, you'll die."

Surya's fingers dug into the dirt. Three weeks. That's all he had.

Aditya stood. "No food until you land a hit on me."

Surya's stomach clenched in hunger. His entire body ached, but he had no choice. He had to fight.

And he had to win.

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Scene Shift – Somewhere Else

The scene cuts to a darkened room in the city. A figure looms over a bound, shaking man. The villain's face remains unseen, but his voice is smooth, almost playful.

The screen fades to black.

Ep 5 ends