Deep down, I knew I shouldn’t have overreacted that day. But when someone crushes your self-respect, control is the last thing that stays.
My fist landed square on my supervisor’s face.
He had been waiting for that moment — the perfect excuse to destroy me. Ever since my college days, he’d hated me. Back then, I stopped him when he tried to misbehave with one of my classmates, and I even reported him to the HOD. He got suspended for two months, and from that day, he swore revenge.
Years later, when I joined this company, I never imagined he’d be here — let alone be my supervisor. Every single day, he made sure I felt small. But today, when he insulted my parents in front of everyone, something inside me snapped.
I hit him. Hard.
The boss called us both in. I already knew how it would end — the boss was on his side. No questions, no fair talk. Just one line: “You’re fired.”
By the time I reached home, anger had already burned into exhaustion. I called Siddhu and Harshath — my two brothers by heart since school days. Siddhu was the calm one, Harshath the unpredictable one.
After a while, Siddhu called back. I told him to meet at our usual mamak spot that evening. I texted the same to Harshath.
After a short nap, I headed to the restaurant. Siddhu was already there, sipping his teh ais. Harshath wasn’t picking up, so we ordered our usual drinks. I told Siddhu everything. He listened quietly, then said, “You can work at my place for now, macha. The workshop’s got space.”
He ran his own car workshop — started it after years of slogging at Proton.
Just as we were finishing, a voice message popped up in our WhatsApp group. It was from Harshath — his voice sounded tense, almost like fear wrapped in urgency.
“Come to this location… now.”
He shared a pinned location too.
We exchanged a quick glance — something was wrong.
The place was outside town, near an old industrial area. The building had no name, no board, nothing. Just silent concrete surrounded by shadows.
Then we saw her — a girl standing at a window on the fourth floor, motionless, watching us. When we called out, she didn’t respond. Just stared.
The front door was unlocked. Inside, a sign on the wall read:
“Meeting — 6th Floor. Use the lift.”
Siddhu frowned. “Harshath mentioned some meeting last week… maybe this is it?”
We stepped into the elevator. The old metal doors screeched as they closed, and the number slowly climbed — 2… 3… 4… 5… 6.
The doors opened to a large empty room. A round table. Six chairs. No one there.
Then the air vents hissed.
White smoke flooded the room before I could react. My head spun. Everything went black.
When I opened my eyes again, I was trapped — inside a glass sphere on a metallic track. The air was thin, my heart pounding. I couldn’t move. In front of me, a small digital screen flickered to life.
On it, a skull symbol appeared.
A number glowed on its forehead — 6.
And then… the glass sphere began to hum, charging up with blue energy.20Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmL9eoPuXUZ
That’s when I knew — I was in serious danger.
and then Add to home screen.