I still see her eyes—the way they widened as the truck driver loomed over her. I was just a boy, hiding behind the sack of grain, too scared to scream. My mother begged for mercy. He laughed. And then… silence. That night, our home burned. The moneylender took everything. We became ghosts in our own country.

Now, years later, I walk beside Pascal, a man who rules the gold routes with an iron fist. I’ve learned to fight, to kill, to survive. But I haven’t forgotten. I’ve been searching for him—the truck driver. They call him Tej Bahadur now. A king of shadows. A monster with a crown.

Tonight, I found his trail. A whisper in a brothel, a license plate, a name. He’s not just a smuggler. He’s the one who destroyed my life.

I stand at the edge of the warehouse, rain soaking my clothes. Inside, voices echo. One of them—deep, cruel—sends ice through my veins. I know that laugh.

This is it. The moment I’ve lived for.

Do I storm in? Do I wait? Do I let the law handle it—knowing it failed us once before?