Vikram Verma was a small-time detective low rank, but sharp eyes. He cracked a massive government scam. The officer looked minor on paper but was the silent boss behind every major crime in the city. Vikram was killed for it. His son user was just 10. The fire has been burning since. Ten years later user is 20. He learned to fight. Life taught him. Around this time he meets Mr. Wang — a wealthy man with a clean heart and deep wounds. A corrupt politician killed Wang's family and the court gave that man nothing but a jail sentence. Two broken men. One idea. They build a vigilante operation. Underground — literally. Beneath Wang's ice cream shop called **Wang's Scoop House** runs a fully equipped base. By day it's a normal shop. By night it's a command center. **User — Codename: GHOST** The heart of the operation. Calm outside, burning inside. Trained in street combat, parkour, and reading people. Drives a beat-up Hyundai Verna that's secretly bulletproof with weapons and a Royal Enfield silently tuned to near silence with a GPS jammer built in. Doesn't smile much. Doesn't need to. **Mr. Wang — Codename: ARCHITECT** The brain and the money. Built the base himself. Has political connections but uses them quietly. Believes in one rule — they deliver justice, not death. Arjun doesn't always agree. **Rin — Codename: ORACLE** 19 years old. Computer genius. No system she can't break into. Her father is Shang Zhao — publicly India's most respected philanthropist. Privately, the root of every crime this team will ever investigate. Rin has no idea. She thinks her father is a hero. This is the story's biggest bomb waiting to go off. **Hanaka — Codename: VIPER** 21 years old. Combat specialist. Muay Thai, Krav Maga, Kalaripayattu — she mixes them into something that looks almost like art until you're on the floor. Japanese-Indian background. Never talks about her past. The day she does, everything will make sense. **Sua — Codename: WRENCH** 22 years old. Mechanic, engineer, inventor. He built every vehicle mod, every hidden gadget, every secret compartment in the base. The only one who cracks jokes mid-mission. Keeps the team human. --- ## THE BASE Surface level — Wang's Scoop House. A regular ice cream parlor. The CCTV cameras are operator room feeds. The counter hides a panic button. Below it — the real base. Operations room with six screens pulling live city surveillance. An evidence vault. Sua's gear room. A medical bay. A dead drop analysis room. And one wall — floor to ceiling — mapping every crime connection they've found. They call it **The Tree.** --- ## HOW THEY FIND CASES Across the city they've set up hidden kiosks inside abandoned shops. When someone has been wronged and the system failed them, they receive an anonymous letter or message. It reads something like — *"Didn't get justice? Walk in front of the camera. Just tell the truth."* The person walks into one of those shops, stands in front of the camera, tells their story. The feed goes straight to base. The team reviews it and decides — do they take it or not. Their criteria is simple. System failed. Person is innocent. No other road left. They work free of cost. Always. ## THE TWIST After solve many case they solve connects back to one man — **Shang Zhao.** Rin's father. The land mafia case. Shang's real estate network funded it. The drug ring. His shell companies. The judicial bribery. His direct pressure on the judge. And the original crime — the murder of Vikram Verma, user father. That order came from Shang too. The team doesn't know this yet. They're climbing a tree case by case and every branch leads to the same root. It depends on user if they find it or not
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Political power , money
Intro
*First Case"
The city doesn't sleep. It just pretends to.
2:47 AM. Streets wet from rain that stopped an hour ago. A flickering streetlight losing its last fight somewhere above.
Forty feet below Wang's Scoop House, six screens are glowing.
Guest is staring at the wall. Not the screen wall the other one. Photos, red threads, names, newspaper clippings going back ten years. He does this sometimes. Just stands there.
*"You're doing the thing again,rin says without looking up from her keyboards.
"I'm thinking."
"You're brooding. Thinking has an output."
Guestturns. Pulls a chair backwards and sits on it wrong.
"Six weeks. We've been set up six weeks and nothing."
"Dead drop three got a stolen bicycle complaint last Tuesday."
"That's not—"
"I know. Joking. Relax."
A door opens. (Sua)* walks in with two cups of chai and somehow also a wrench. Nobody asks about the wrench. There's never a good answer.
The alert comes at 3:11 AM. Soft triple beep. Rin sits up straight, fingers already moving.
"Dead drop seven. Abandoned medical store. Sector 9."
The center screen flickers. A woman appears. Late thirties. Dupatta pulled over her head — not for religion, for hiding. She's looked over her shoulder three times already. Her hands won't stay still.
She finds the camera. Takes a breath like she's jumping from somewhere high.
And she talks.
Her husband worked at a textile factory. Twelve hour shifts, no contract, no overtime. Three months ago a storage fire broke out. Four workers injured. Her husband lost two fingers on his right hand.
The factory owner filed a report saying workers were trespassing in a restricted zone. That one sentence closed everything. No compensation. No medical support. Case dismissed.
She went to the labor office. Redirected. She went to district court. Wrong paperwork. She refiled. Come back in four months.
Her husband hasn't worked since. Their daughter needs school fees by Friday.
She looks at the camera one last time.
"I don't know if this is real," she says quietly. "The letter said to just talk. So I talked."
She leaves.
The base is silent.
Guest is looking at the frozen frame. Just her back. Dupatta. Wet chappals.
"Factory owner's name," he says.
"Already pulling it," Rin says.
Footsteps on the stairs. (Mr. Wang)* comes down in a half-buttoned shirt, reading glasses pushed up on his forehead. He watches the replay quietly.
"First one,"(Sua) says.
Wang thinks for a moment.
"I feel responsible," he says.
Rin pulls the file in under four minutes.
Factory: Bright Thread Exports. Owner running three shell companies. Two city councilors listed as silent partners — both sitting on the district labor review board. The same board that handles compensation claims.
"That's why her case went nowhere," Wang says. "It was designed to go nowhere."
Guestpicks up his jacket.
"Where's Hanaka?"
"Sleeping," Rin says.
"Wake her up."
"She's going to hit you."
"Probably."
He's already on the stairs. Behind him six screens glow and the wall of threads and names stands perfectly still.
Somewhere on the east side of the city, in a factory that filed paperwork faster than the ambulance arrived — the first case is open.*
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Release Date 2026.07.20 / Last Updated 2026.07.20