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Amit never wanted a life of crime—until it stole everything from him. When his father is murdered in cold blood by a nameless gangster, the system turns its back. No leads. No justice. Just silence.

Now, Amit steps into the same blood-soaked streets that made him an orphan. As he claws his way through the city’s brutal underworld, chasing whispers and shadows, every move pulls him deeper into a web of lies, betrayal, and violence. But vengeance has a cost—and by the time he faces his father's killer, Amit may no longer recognize the man he’s become.

MADE IN BLOOD

Agnidwar – Sublevel Training Wing – 03:46 HRS

Rows of bunk beds. Dull lights. Blood on the walls. The children had already been evacuated, but the room still reeked of suffering.

Rudra stood silent as Vijay sifted through a folder marked "B-CLASS SUBJECTS."

"They were trained here," Vijay muttered. "Electrotherapy. Combat drugs. Neural triggers."

Rudra nodded grimly. "Not trained. Conditioned."

Footsteps echoed behind them. Yash entered, clothes torn and bloodied, eyes sharp.

"All sectors clear," he said. "No hostiles left."

Yash shook his head. "None. Danny's got the kids loaded into the van. They're shaken… but alive."

Rudra pulled out his comm. "Amit, status?"

Crackling. Then Amit's voice, strained but steady:

"Get the kids out. I'll join you."

"Yeah. Just… trust me. I need to end this myself."

Rudra exchanged a look with Vijay. Then nodded.

Agnidwar – Inner Hall – 03:54 HRS

The floor was littered with bodies. Blood painted the walls. Smoke curled up from fractured columns.

I stood, shoulders heaving, knuckles split and bleeding.

Sana remained on the raised platform, still draped in white, untouched by the violence around her.

"You killed them all," she said softly.

"No. You did," I replied. "I just ended the consequence."

Sana descended the steps slowly, her hands raised, empty.

My voice was hoarse. "This was survival. For the children you tried to erase."

She stopped just in front of me. Her gaze was unreadable.

"You still don't understand, do you? We weren't trying to destroy. We were trying to purify."

"By brainwashing orphans? By turning pain into obedience?"

I laughed bitterly. "You don't give people purpose. You force it onto them. There's a difference."

"You think you won. But this was never about Agnidwar. Or Raaka. Or me. This was about belief."

"Then your belief is built on corpses."

Inserted it into the control panel behind her.

"I'm burning it all. Agnidwar. The data. Myself."

She nodded. "My purpose ends here. But yours is just beginning."

I sprinted. Ducked under falling beams. Leapt over debris.

The last thing I saw before diving through the collapsing gate—

Was her silhouette in the inferno, still smiling.

Crimson Van – Two Blocks Out – 04:12 HRS

The van rumbled. Inside, Danny checked vitals on the rescued children. Yash bandaged a wound on his arm. Rudra leaned against the door, eyes watching the distant smoke.

Rudra looked up as I staggered into view—

TO BE CONTINUED

#20 : ASHES OF AGNIDWAR