In past 28 days while the Tamil Nadu police was going through tension, I was battling my own demons at the local rehab center.
"Where to mom?" I asked
"Home!" it was obvious.
A week later I went to Doctor Sourav for therapy session.
"Everything looks fine so far. I have cut down the doses of your pills but check in with Shabnam again." He suggested another counseling.
"Sure sir!" and my mom complied.
Shabnam was looking at some of my files. And then….
"Excelled in martials arts and academics, you are a bright child Aryan. But you said you get these [Visions] of someone being in danger before it manifests into reality can you explain this [Power?]" she was asking me too much of questions, like as if she was digging deeper into my core.
"This is more like a curse; I saw my father's death a day before he…." I paused.
"Since how long you have been experiencing this?" she tried digging more and more.
"Since I was 18." I had to say this.
"I refer you to doctor Manas Arora at Chennai if you can afford." That was going to be straight out of my side income as a part time martial arts instructor online and offline both.
"I shall manage." Though I barely had any clue about it.
Shabnam then asks me to call my mom.
Shabnam explains everything to mom and she was more than obliged to make a flight trip to Chennai.
A Day later at Chennai airport,
Me and my mom are waiting for a cab to the homestay we booked.
At the Homestay, me and my mom were welcomed by the owner.
"Welcome maa ji, welcome beta, everything is set up here, TV, Kitchen stuff, bathroom, enjoy your stay." Shetty sir welcomed us.
"The payment?" mom asked.
"Don't worry, I knew Sharma Saheb, we go way back. Just take care of Aryan baba." He was more than helpful.
I was sleeping in my room at the homestay and I was contemplating.
This power? Is this a gift or curse? And why only I get to see these visions? Why am I being inflicted with this "power?" does it got to do something with that one incident from the childhood? The day when Kumars died?
Flashback to 1996
SFX: -slash, slash, slash.
"Die Dayan, rot in hell." The mob leader
"The witch is dead the town is purged now!" The mom leader.
Back to present day.
That night my fate changed, the seed of the curse was laid and now I am being inflicted to bear the burden of it.
MEANWHILE, another body piles up, and the investigative officer are on the site. The victim was Rajat Mishra, 60 years old local reported for a Portal News channel. Officer Vijay is looking at the body and comes to see that it had the same murder pattern.
Rudra Aiyyar enters the crime scene, a tall looking well-built man of early 50s.
"This is no normal serial killing, seems like a personal vendetta of a deranged spirit." Rudra made a wild assumption.
"You mean a Ghost did this?" Vijay being skeptical.
"Aiyo Rama, Ghost?" Anuj being doubtful.
"I am only saying it although I am not very sure." Based on Rudra's assumption.
With each murder the case just gets more complicated and eerie than ever.
Dr. Arora's clinic 6 PM.) Elsewhere a girl was screaming for her life as a hooded figure approaches her.
"Please, let me go!" the girl.
"Hehehe!" the hooded figure.
I was getting visions of the incident and then.
"Oh no, not another one, I must hurry." I muttered to myself
I reach in time and manages to subdue the killer.
Self-defense and Karate training helped me to subdue the killer by giving him an Arm twist.
The killer gets into a seizure like state and then foams come out of his mouth and then he dies.
Like I said, the case was getting eerier than even.
The girl was on the floor and I lend her a helping hand.
"Need help?" I asked.
"Amaira Krishnamurthy, a TV journalist, thanks for the help kid." She introduced herself to me
"[Chuckles] No problem, I guess you should go to the police, I am heading home." I was feeling awkward around her.
"See you later!" and then she bid me goodbye.
Police station, next morning 10 AM.
"You are saying that a mere kid of 27 years old saved your life as he knew beforehand that you could be in danger? How that can be even possible?" Vijay was still being skeptical about me.
"I don't know myself sir, but the kid saved my life and I owe him one." She really did owe me.
"Can you describe him to our sketch artist?" Vijay really wanted to see this through.
And then Amaira gave the sketch artist my description.
Rudra enters the scene.
"What are you thinking old man?" Vijay asks Rudra in a cynical way.
"We need the kid on board. He is special, can help us track down possible victims and maybe this [Enigma] of a killer." Rudra sounded like he had a plan of his own.
"We are naming killers now huh?" Vijay, still cynical.
So, an Enigma was born, a cold-blooded killer and now the cat and mouse chase begins.