Synopsis

The taxi driver’s face drained of color. This woman, standing before him, was not the one he had just delivered to the building. An unsettling realization washed over him – she was someone else entirely. At the same moment, Daya received a frantic call reporting a murder, only for the line to abruptly cut out. He traced the call’s origin, and the resulting investigation led him to a nearby corpse, a scrap of paper clutched tightly in its hand. Scrawled on the paper was a single name: Vasudev