The atmosphere inside the Administrative Hall of the Criminal Zone was tense, the silence broken only by the creaking fan overhead and the distant hum of security scanners. It was not a place that welcomed visitors—especially not those who once ruled its shadows.
Vikram Das stepped forward, his presence calm yet dominant, accompanied by Mona, her eyes filled with curiosity and confusion. The walls of the hall were lined with security screens, showing grainy images from B, C, and D zones — the dark heart of the city's chaos.
Warden Desai, a seasoned officer with greying hair and shaking hands, stood frozen in place. His eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. "Why… why do you want to go there now?" he asked, his voice cracking.
Mona tilted her head, observing the sudden shift in the man's demeanor. For a seasoned warden of the most dangerous territory in Mumbai to tremble like a child… it didn't sit right with her.
