Next Day Morning – College Gate
Wide panel: Khan walks through the bustling college entrance, his steps heavy. Bags under his eyes. The sunlight feels harsh.
Khan (thinking): "Same place. Same faces. But why do I feel like I wasn't here yesterday…?"
A classmate greets him. Khan responds late, distracted.
Class Lecture Hall
Professor writes "Split Realities" on the board under "Cognitive Disorders."
Professor: "Some patients describe 'losing time.' One moment they're in class… the next, they're in an alley. No memory in between."
Khan flinches. His hand trembles on his notebook. He glances down.
Close-up panel: He's doodled a symbol in the corner of the page—a triangle within five circles.
Khan (thinking): "What is this? I don't even remember drawing it…"
After Class Khan Goes to Library – Later That Day
Khan studies quietly. His eyes droop. He nods off for a moment.
Cut to: A blur. A moment later, he's outside, near the river dock.
Khan jerks awake—he's standing beside a rusted railing near water, the sky now overcast.
Khan (alarmed): "…How did I get here?"
*Flash of static. A passing couple stares at him, whispering. He checks his phone—it's 4:37 PM. He left class at 2.
Khan (thinking): "Two hours… gone again."
[Khan Was in Confused state that time Pathan Shows Up Behind the Khan]
Someone waits, arms folded. Pathan, now grown—sharp features, calm eyes, clean-shaven in casual police uniform. He sees Khan from a distance and approaches.
Pathan: "Khan? That really you?"
Khan turns, confused. A flicker of recognition.
Khan: "Wait… Pathan?! We haven't seen each other since…"
Pathan (smiling faintly): "…Since you broke your tooth falling from my terrace at five."
They laugh—awkward but genuine.
Pathan (sincerely): "Just got transferred here. Sub-inspector now.
Khan (Surprise) :- Oh Ho, In Childhood I thought You will become Somewhat A Big Bully.
Pathan:- Hahaha, Due to My agressive nature, Btw I see You Last week but I Did not recognise you, After that I message you also and You replied 3 Days Later.
Khan:- I don't Know What is Going with Me.
Pathan:- Look… you don't look great. If you ever need help… anything at all, just say it."
Khan nods, visibly guarded. They part.
As Pathan walks away, his expression turns dark—reflective.
Pathan (thinking): "He's unstable. The signs are already showing. Vikrant was right…"
Scene Sift to Police Station – Night
Rain lashed against the city like unspoken secrets spilling from the sky. The police station's lights flickered in the storm, casting long shadows over the evidence board. Detective Lucy stood still, arms crossed, eyes narrowed at the pattern emerging on the map.
Pins, strings, and red markers pointed to a disturbing truth — the murders were not random. Lucy slowly traced a line connecting the locations. Her fingers stopped at a mark from three years ago.
Lucy (muttering): "Same pattern…same precision. It's repeating."
Her instincts flared. A serial killer from the past had returned — or worse, had never stopped. She grabbed her coat, her mind racing.
Flashback — Lucy's Past: The image faded into a younger Lucy, arguing with her mentor inside a small, dusty investigation room.
Mentor: "You've got the instinct, Lucy, but your emotions cloud your judgment."
Lucy: "My emotions are what make me see what others ignore."
She stormed out, only to stand alone at her brother's grave later that day. He was a victim of a case no one solved — until now.
Lucy (voiceover): "I promised I'd become the detective who never lets things slip into the dark. I'll hunt the truth… even if it's buried in blood."
Present Day: Lucy left for the next crime scene, her sharp eyes catching the smallest detail others missed — a fragment of cloth caught in the fencing near the body. She pocketed it silently
She pins up the same triangle-with-circles Khan doodled earlier.
Lucy: This is Only Key to Solve Case "Whoever it is… they're trained. And they're escalating."
Khan's Apartment – Midnight
Khan stares at himself in the mirror. Sweat on his neck. His eyes are bloodshot.
Khan (muttering): "What's wrong with me…?"
He goes to splash water on his face.
Close-up Panel: He opens the bathroom cabinet—and inside is a military dog tag, stained faintly with dried blood.
Tag reads: "Shurya K."
Khan drops it, horrified.
Quick flashes of images: black boots, firelight, a silhouette walking through a gang fight.
Khan (desperate): "I didn't do this. I wasn't there…"
Elsewhere — A Narrow Alley in Old Town: Pathan walked with purpose, coat flapping behind him. His expression was hard, eyes scanning the broken walls. A small tracking device beeped in his hand.
Pathan: "Fifteen years, and I'm still chasing the ghost of a madman."
He pushed open a rusted door hidden behind a metal dumpster. Inside, dust hung like memory. Computers long dead. Files burnt. But one drawer... locked.
He broke it open, revealing photos. Children. Names. Medical records.
Pathan (grimly): "Dr. Vikrant... You ruined more than just Khan."
He clenched a photo of Khan as a child, barely holding back his rage.
Pathan (to himself): "Khan is slipping. The personalities... they're surfacing. If he loses control before I find the core files—this city won't survive him."
He turned, footsteps fading into the dark.
Dark Room (Khan)
Khan wakes up again in bed—now fully dressed, shoes on. Mud on his pant legs.
He pulls off his jacket—there's blood on the sleeve. But no wounds.
He looks down at his hands—scratched knuckles, bruised.
He was staring at his reflection, where — for a moment — his own eyes blinked in a different rhythm.
Reflection (in Shurya's voice): "You're not alone, Khan. You never were."
Khan jumped back, heart racing.
Fade to black.
[TO BE CONTINUED…]