Screams echoed through the suffocating darkness of the dungeon, bouncing off the cold, stone walls like whispers of the dead. The stench of blood, sweat, and burnt flesh hung heavy in the air-dense enough to choke. This was not just a place for punishment-it was purgatory carved into stone. A place where pain wasn't just inflicted on the body but on the soul. A place where each scream pleaded for mercy that never came.

Every man held captive here had one thing in common-betrayal. They had sold their loyalty, their morals, and their humanity... for money. These were the monsters who once stood silent, complicit, or actively involved the night Misthi's dignity was torn apart. That night still howled in Ekaksh's mind like a cursed hymn-her screams, her tears, her helplessness. And tonight, he was the storm that would answer them all.

Cell No. 5.

The darkest corner of the dungeon. Feared even by the shadows themselves. Known as the Hell Cell-a place not only where the soul left the body, but where even the soul was shackled, punished, and made to beg for mukti. No light dared touch this part of the underworld. The floor was a pool of drying blood-thick, sticky, and soaked into the very stones.

Two men. Guards. Their bodies unrecognizable. Torn clothes. Deep gashes running like cursed rivers along their flesh. Burn marks carved into their backs. Lips trembling. Eyes hollow. Hope long gone. They weren't just tortured... they were destroyed.