"This is a matter for adults. I'll focus on the Black Bird instead," Vikram said while walking down the street.
But Power wasn't having it.
"What kind of thought process is that? Let me remind you—the Black Bird is a supernatural serial killer. Anna is just a human like you."
Vikram stopped and held his head in his hands.
"Shut up! How the hell am I supposed to deal with those fish?"
Power snapped back, "As I said, don't worry. I'm with you. And Anna—he's lost everything. Now that he has powers, he'll believe no one can stop him. He'll go wild. We have to catch him before that happens."
Vikram took a deep breath and sighed.
"Tell me about the previous Vajra Bones wielder."
Power nodded. "Alright. Sage Dadhichi once wielded the Vajra Bones. There was a demon named Vritrasura who became a massive threat to the gods. He was on the verge of conquering heaven. He had a boon from Lord Brahma that no weapon made of metal, wood, or stone could kill him.
Sage Dadhichi, a master of yogic and spiritual knowledge, had divine energy flowing through him. His bones were infused with divine power. He sacrificed his life so the gods could forge a weapon from his bones to eliminate the threat that dared to endanger both gods and mortals."
Vikram listened carefully. A few seconds later, deep in thought, he said,
"I think... tonight, I'll try to become the meaning of my name. We'll take down the fisherman Anna. And at exactly midnight, we'll go to my neighbor's house—
and end the chapter of the Black Bird."
Meanwhile, at the police station, Ansh was shouting at Samradh.
"Why don't you understand? We need to arrest Anna right now!"
Samradh, calm and composed, responded with a deeper understanding of the situation.
"I know how you're feeling, Ansh. But we can't arrest him—we don't have any solid evidence. The only proof we had was tied to a crime he's already served time for. It's legally useless now. And listen—don't be shaken by his empty threats."
Ansh went silent for a moment, his face clouded with concern.
"I'm not scared. It's just… something about him doesn't sit right. He told me he never commits crimes he might regret. But now, after losing his son, he regrets nothing. That change—it's dangerous. He's definitely planning something. Before he causes another disaster like the dock incident… we need to stop him."
Samradh looked straight into Ansh's eyes, his voice steady and firm.
"Law doesn't bend to how we feel about someone. It's cold. Emotionless. It only listens to what it sees and hears. People like us police—we're the ones responsible for showing it the truth."
He stood up, his presence unwavering.
"As long as I'm the SSP, I'll make sure that if Anna tries anything reckless—he'll regret everything." Samradh tilted his head slightly upward and folded his arms across his chest, though his eyes remained locked on Ansh.
"Go."
Ansh, caught off guard by the sudden shift, blinked. "What?"
Samradh sat back down in his chair, voice calm but firm.
"We can't arrest him… but since he's the only survivor of the dock incident, we can legally keep him under surveillance. Assign a few officers to keep an eye on him—and you, go at night."
Ansh's expression lit up with determination. "Yes, sir!" he said, before quickly leaving the room.
Samradh turned to another officer nearby. His tone turned grim.
"Tighten security tonight. The Black Bird will come for the Joshi household.
We can't lose them… not like we lost the Deshmukh family.
The Chothe family.
The Chaudhary family.
The Devange family."
Officer salutes Samradh " i will do arrange everything as you said " he goes out of the cabin .
"Hey Vikram, where are we going?" Power asked as she followed him through a deserted colony.
Vikram kept walking in silence, the crunch of gravel under his feet echoing through the abandoned street.
They said this place was haunted.
And judging by the fact that the residents had long fled their homes—leaving behind eight crumbling buildings—it wasn't hard to believe.
Nature had started claiming the colony back. Vines curled up broken walls, and trees had somehow taken root on rooftops.
"How the hell did that goddamn tree even grow up there?" Vikram muttered, half to himself.
"This whole colony is abandoned," he explained. "Eight buildings, completely empty. The nearest inhabited house is far from here."
Hearing that, Power shifted from her energy form to her physical body. She stepped ahead, turning back to face Vikram with a cocky grin.
"I understand it now."
Vikram returned her smile, hiding it behind his hand.
"Goddamn right."
A police van came to a halt at the entrance of the fish market. A group of goons stood in their way.
"Hey, let us through! Can't you see who we are?" one of the goons shouted, clearly irritated.
"What do you want?" he barked again, his tone aggressive.
One officer stepped out of the van and responded calmly,
"Move out of the way. If I fire, your soul ends up in prison while I just lose a job."
The goon walked right up to the officer, chest puffed.
"Fire then! I said fire the bullet!" he yelled in defiance.
From behind him, an older voice cut through the tension. Everyone turned with a shift in demeanor—their angry expressions replaced with quiet respect.
"There's an old saying," the man spoke calmly, "You can never truly be a friend or an enemy of the police."
He looked at the officers.
"Go straight down the road. You'll find him there."
Following the elder's direction, the police drove in and soon spotted Anna—the feared yet respected fisherman—sitting outside his home at a wooden table, eating calmly.
His men tensed as the police approached, but with a simple flick of his finger, Anna made them step back.
Still eating, he asked, "What do you want?"
One officer stepped forward.
"We're here to place you under surveillance. From now on, you'll need our permission to move around freely."
Anna barely reacted.
The officers, frustrated by his indifference, let their irritation show.
But Anna simply gestured to the table.
"Why don't you eat? I cooked this for the people who came to my son's funeral. You came unintentionally, but you're here. Sit. The table is big enough for all six of us."
The officers exchanged glances. Their eyes drifted to the food—it looked incredible.
"Fine," one of them said, still trying to sound firm. "But don't think this means you're getting special treatment from us."
They sat down across from the fisherman.
Anna stood, walking over to the serving pots.
"Let me serve you," he said.
They took a bite and got lost in the flavor.
"This is really g—"
Before they could finish the sentence, Anna beheaded everyone of them. With a single swing, his blade released a wave of energy that sliced their heads clean off.
The others who witnessed it were shocked, taking a step back. They looked at each other in confusion, then turned their terrified eyes toward Anna—like they were staring at a monster.
Anna knelt down on one knee and picked up one of the heads.
"Send these heads to the police station by 7 AM. It's 5 right now. And gather everyone at the dock."
At Anna's command, several gang members arrived at the dock. Anna stood in the center of the crowd, blade in hand, surrounded by gangsters.
"I finished off Rokda and his entire gang by myself," he said coldly. "So I'll keep it short—tonight, we're conquering the whole country."
One gang member, shocked, spoke up.
"Have you gone insane?! A city is one thing, but the whole country? In one night? Do you have that kind of money to buy them off?"
Anna swung his blade in that man's direction. A wave of energy cut him clean in half.
"I don't need money. I don't need anything. We'll conquer this country so I can find where the hell this N.E Gang is—the one that cut my son into pieces and sold him like trash. If anyone disagrees…" He raised his voice, rage burning in his eyes. "I'll personally kill him and his family.
Now… does anyone have a problem?"
Anna scanned the crowd. The rage in his eyes was enough.
No one dared to speak.
They realized now—there was no escaping the monster known as Fisherman Anna.
---
At the police station
A kid walked in with a suitcase.
"Hey, what's this?" an officer asked, blocking his way.
"The delivery guy said it's for SSP Samradh," the kid replied.
The officer raised an eyebrow. "For Sir, huh?"
He took the suitcase. "Which company was the delivery guy from?"
The kid thought for a moment, trying to remember.
"I don't remember the name, but he said, 'Tell them the Bee Guy came to deliver.'"
"The Bee Guy?" the officer repeated, almost tasting the words. "Anyway, go. I'll give this to Sir."
He barged into Samradh's room.
"Sir, parcel for you," the officer said.
"Give it here," Samradh replied without even looking up.
But the moment the suitcase hit the table, his eyes locked on it.
"…Is this that parcel?"
The officer nodded.
Samradh opened it—and the moment he did, his expression twisted into pure rage.
Inside were five severed heads—the officers Anna had beheaded—and a letter.
He unfolded the letter. The words were scrawled in blood-like ink:
"I'm not afraid of you. I'll crush all of you. Reality will become what I want to see."
Samradh's eyes flared.
"Anshhhhh!"
Ansh came running into the room. "Yes, sir?"
Samradh responded through gritted teeth,
"Bring me Fisherman Anna. Take the full force. I want him—dead or alive."
Ansh nodded, determination in his eyes.
"Leave it to me. Tonight will be Anna's last night."
---
Meanwhile, Vikram stood before the ruins of the colony.
The massive buildings that once blocked even the sun were now nothing more than memories. The structures had been so thoroughly destroyed, they no longer even looked like buildings—just empty sky and silence.
But the rubble… the rubble that should've been on the ground—wasn't.
A few seconds later, the shattered remains of the buildings began to fall from the sky like raindrops. Vikram's hands were drenched in blood, even as he tried to wipe it off.
The shockwave of debris crashing down made people rush out of their homes. One man came running over, eyes wide at the destruction.
"What happened here?" he asked.
Vikram simply walked past him and said,
"Teaser of tonight's showdown."