Five months pass in a haze of darkness and uncertainty. During this time, the city has been rocked by a string of brutal murders - twelve people in total. All of them killed in the same horrific manner, the same psycho responsible for the girl's murder in the first scene. His methods are calculated, terrifying, and relentless. But no one knows who he is or why he's doing this. The police have been hunting for him tirelessly, but the killer remains elusive.Meanwhile, Muzakkir remains in a coma, his body and mind trapped in an endless void of unconsciousness. His friends, family, and colleagues have visited him countless times, hoping for a sign that he might wake up. But nothing happens.Until, one day, after five long months, Muzakkir's fingers twitch. Slowly, ever so slowly, his eyes flutter open.At first, everything is blurry. His head throbs with an unbearable pain, and his body feels stiff and foreign, as though he hasn't moved in years. He blinks, trying to make sense of his surroundings. The sterile white walls of a hospital room come into focus, and the hum of machines and the soft beeping of heart monitors fill the silence.After Muzakkir regains consciousness, the nurse's words hit him like a wave. His mind is foggy, but one thought cuts through it all: the girl. He desperately wants to know what happened to her. The nurse had mentioned her death, but something feels off. His heart pounds in his chest as he fights the overwhelming emotions."She survived?" he asks, his voice shaky.The nurse looks at him, her eyes filled with sympathy. "Yes, she did. She was discharged three months ago. Her injuries were severe, but she made it through. After her recovery, she left the hospital and, as far as I know, has been living quietly since."Muzakkir feels a surge of relief and confusion all at once. He hadn't known what happened to her after the crash. His thoughts flash back to the girl's pale face, her breath shallow, and how he had desperately tried to keep her safe. The idea that she's alive gives him a glimmer of hope.He sits up slowly, his body still weak, but his determination growing stronger with each passing second. "Where is she now? Do you know where she went?"The nurse hesitates, her eyes darting briefly to the door. "I'm afraid I don't know. She left without leaving any contact details.After a week of recovery, Muzakkir is finally discharged from the hospital. Though his body is still weak, his mind is beginning to clear, and he's eager to get back to some sense of normalcy. His family and friends are there, supporting him as he leaves the hospital. His mother, her voice filled with emotion, wraps her arms around him. "We're so happy you're awake, Muzakkir," she says softly. "We've been so worried about you."Muzakkir smiles weakly, grateful for the support, but his thoughts are already elsewhere. He's eager to return home, where he hopes to find some peace and clarity. But there's something else on his mind - the girl. She's been a constant thought in his mind since the accident. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about her and the bond they shared during those brief moments on the bus.The drive home feels long. Muzakkir stares out of the window, lost in his thoughts. Despite his parents' comforting presence, the idea that he hasn't seen the girl again weighs heavily on him. Where did she go after she left the hospital? He wants to find her. He needs to see her again, to know if she's okay, if she remembers him, or if she's been affected by what happened that day.Back at home, his parents make sure he's comfortable. His friends drop by to check in, but Muzakkir can't shake the feeling that something is missing. He feels a strange emptiness without knowing what happened to her. He spends his days resting and trying to regain his strength, but every night, his thoughts drift back to her.One night, while he's lying in bed, Muzakkir picks up his phone and searches for any mention of the girl. He tries to find her through social media, hoping for a clue, but comes up empty. She's disappeared completely from his life.In the days that follow, Muzakkir tries his best to move forward. His family and friends encourage him to focus on his recovery. After a few weeks of rest and recovery, Muzakkir is feeling stronger. His body has healed, and he's ready to get back to work. His family and friends have been incredibly supportive, but now it's time for him to return to his role at the police station. Despite the physical recovery, his mind still lingers on the events of the crash and the mysterious girl, but he's focused on moving forward.On his first day back at the station, Muzakkir walks into the precinct, greeted by familiar faces. As he heads toward his desk, his attention is caught by a bulletin board covered with disturbing images of murder victims. His stomach drops as he sees the photographs - these are recent cases, and they appear to be part of an ongoing series. Muzakkir stares at the pictures, noting how each victim's death looks brutal, almost calculated.His colleague and friend, Detective Arjun, notices him staring at the board and walks over. "Glad to see you back, Muzakkir," Arjun says, his voice a mix of warmth and the gravity of their work.Muzakkir nods but can't tear his eyes away from the pictures. "What's going on with all these murders? I didn't realize things were this bad."Arjun glances at the bulletin board, his face growing serious. "Yeah, it's been a nightmare. A serial killer has been active for the past five months. Twelve victims so far. The murders are brutal, and the killer's always one step ahead. We've got no solid leads, but we're working on it."Muzakkir's heart races as he takes in the severity of the situation. He'd heard about the killings in the news, but now seeing it up close, the reality of the situation hits hard. "I had no idea things were this intense," he says quietly, his mind starting to race. Could these murders be connected to something bigger? Could the crash have been a coincidence, or was there something more at play?Arjun continues, unaware of Muzakkir's growing concern. "The killer has been leaving cryptic messages at the scenes of each murder. It's always been vague, though - nothing that leads us to a clear connection."Muzakkir's thoughts swirl. Cryptic messages? The killer is methodical, leaving a trail, but it's unclear what the message means. Could the murders have a deeper connection to other incidents, like the bus crash he was involved in? He pushes those thoughts aside. Right now, his focus needs to be on the victims and the investigation. There's no need to connect the two unless he finds something concrete."Is there anything specific that ties these killings together?" Muzakkir asks, his curiosity piqued.Arjun shakes his head. "Not yet. The victims seem random. But there's one thing that stands out. The killer doesn't just strike without reason. There's a pattern to his method - everything's planned. He's not sloppy. And it's always a public place."Muzakkir processes the information. He feels a growing sense of urgency, realizing the killer is still out there, slipping through their grasp. He wants to help. He wants to make a difference. But with the case still unresolved, the pressure mounts."Keep me updated on the case, Arjun," Muzakkir says, his determination clear. "I'll do whatever I can to help."Arjun nods. "Take it easy, Muzakkir. You've been through a lot. Don't push yourself too hard."As Muzakkir walks away from the conversation, he's filled with a sense of resolve. His thoughts are no longer preoccupied with the girl from the bus - his focus is now on finding the killer before more lives are lost. The investigation is becoming more dangerous, and Muzakkir feels the weight of it all. The mystery is far from over, and he's now at the center of it, determined to find answers.For now, Muzakkir knows one thing: this case isn't just about a string of murders. It's personal. And he will do whatever it takes to stop the killer.After Muzakkir's shift ends, he walks out of the police station, exhausted but determined to get home. As he approaches his car, he notices the bus passing by. The familiar bus that he had seen so many times before, the same one from the previous days. For a moment, his heart races. Maybe today is the day he'll see her again.Without thinking, he runs towards the bus and quickly boards it. But as he steps inside, his heart sinks. The seat where she always sat is empty. Muzakkir looks around, hoping to spot her, but she's nowhere to be found. The disappointment hits him hard, but he tries not to let it show.He takes a seat, staring out the window, lost in thought. Even though he's surrounded by strangers, his mind is still focused on the girl. Where is she? Why hasn't she been on the bus lately?As the bus continues its route, Muzakkir's thoughts are interrupted by the bustling noise around him, but his mind drifts back to the girl.Muzakkir exits the bus and walks toward the stop where the girl usually gets off. His heart races with hope, wondering if she might be there today. As he approaches, he looks around, scanning the area for any sign of her. But as he reaches the stop, there's no trace of the girl.His heart sinks.There's no one waiting at the stop, no sign of her anywhere. Muzakkir stands there for a moment, feeling the disappointment settle in. He had been so certain that today would be the day he could speak to her. But once again, she's nowhere to be found.He looks around one last time, hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but it's clear she's not there. The next morning, Muzakkir heads out for a jog, trying to clear his mind of the distractions and the confusion surrounding the girl. As he runs through the neighborhood, he notices a car passing by. His eyes lock onto the figure in the passenger seat, and his heart skips a beat - it's her. The girl.But this time, she's not alone.Seated next to her is a man, someone Muzakkir doesn't recognize. The car moves quickly down the street, and without thinking, Muzakkir picks up his pace, jogging after the vehicle. His curiosity is overwhelming - who is the man with her? Why is she with him?He follows the car for a few blocks, watching as it turns the corner, but the girl never notices him behind her. She's focused on the road ahead, talking to the man beside her, unaware of Muzakkir's presence.As the car speeds away, Muzakkir slows to a stop, his breath heavy from the chase. He watches the car disappear into the distance, unable to make out the man's face. All he saw was a blur, just the silhouette of someone who seemed to be familiar to her.Muzakkir stands still, his mind racing. He can't shake the feeling that something is off. The sight of the girl with another man stirs something inside him, but the mystery deepens. Who is the man? What is their relationship?Muzakkir stands still, his mind racing after the sight of the girl in the car with the man. He can't shake the feeling that something is off, but he can't pinpoint why. The encounter leaves him with a deep sense of unease, and he tries to brush it aside as he heads back to his apartment.Later that day, Muzakkir goes to work. As he enters the police station, he notices a frantic energy in the air. Officers are moving quickly, speaking in hushed tones, and the atmosphere feels tense. Muzakkir walks toward his desk, trying to make sense of the chaos, but he quickly realizes that something major has happened.Before he can ask what's going on, one of his colleagues approaches him with a grim expression. "Muzakkir, there's been another murder. Same pattern as the others. Get ready, we need to head to the crime scene."Muzakkir's heart sinks. He nods, pushing his personal concerns aside. This is a case that needs his full attention. He quickly grabs his things and follows his colleague out the door, making his way to the crime scene.When they arrive, the area is swarming with civilians, police officers, and emergency responders. The body is lying in the middle of the street, surrounded by yellow crime scene tape. Officers are trying to keep the crowd at a distance, but the scene is chaotic. Muzakkir pushes through the crowd, his mind already preparing for what he's about to see.As he gets closer to the body, he sees the lifeless man sprawled on the ground, his features pale and bloodied. Forensic experts are kneeling beside the body, examining the scene carefully. Muzakkir's stomach churns as he looks at the body, the recognition hitting him hard.One of the forensic experts looks up and confirms what everyone has feared: "This is the same pattern. Same method as the other victims."Muzakkir's heart races. This wasn't just another murder. It's the same serial killer who has been terrorizing the city for months. And now, Muzakkir finds himself deeper in the investigation than ever before.As Muzakkir and his colleagues stand over the body, something catches his eye - a small, folded card placed neatly on the victim's chest. It's a greeting card, but unlike any usual card. The intricate design of the front seems harmless, almost innocuous. But when they open it, a chill runs down Muzakkir's spine.The inside of the card is covered with a cryptic message, a series of symbols, numbers, and letters that make no immediate sense. It's the same pattern the serial killer has left behind at every crime scene. The killer has been sending these cryptic messages with each victim, but no one has been able to decode them.Muzakkir looks over the card, trying to make sense of the symbols. "What does this mean? It's like a puzzle," he mutters to himself.One of his colleagues, Detective Ravi, leans in to inspect the card more closely. "We've been seeing this for months now. Each victim, a card with a message. And each time, it's just more confusing."Muzakkir's frustration grows. "We've tried everything to crack this, but nothing works. It's like the killer's mocking us."The team takes the card back to the station, hoping that their forensics experts can find something they've missed - some clue or hidden meaning that might help them decode the message. However, after hours of investigation, nothing concrete turns up. The symbols on the card seem random, and the pattern is as elusive as ever.A few days later, the police make an unexpected breakthrough. They arrest a suspect - a man who had been seen near the scene of the last murder. He's been questioned before in connection with other murders, but this time, there seems to be enough evidence to bring him in for further questioning.Muzakkir and his colleagues sit in the interrogation room, trying to break the suspect. The man is nervous but calm, his eyes darting around the room. He's been questioned several times before, but this time, something feels different. They need answers."Why were you near the crime scene?" Muzakkir asks, his voice stern."I was just walking by," the suspect replies, his voice shaky. "I didn't do anything, I swear."Despite their best efforts, the interrogation yields no solid answers. The man insists he's innocent, and the evidence is circumstantial at best. After hours of questioning, Muzakkir and his team are forced to release him. But the cryptic card, the strange symbols, and the killer's taunting pattern linger in Muzakkir's mind.With no leads and no suspects, the case seems to be at a dead end. Muzakkir can't shake the feeling that there's something he's missing, something hidden in plain sight. But as time passes and the case grows colder, the pressure builds on him. Every day, the cryptic messages taunt him, reminding him that the killer is still out there, watching, waiting.One day, the police station is busy as usual when a man walks in, visibly distraught ,and his eyes are red from crying. He approaches the front desk, his voice shaking as he speaks to the officer."My daughter... my daughter is missing. I haven't seen her for two days. I don't know where she is, and I'm terrified. Please, you have to help me," the man pleads, tears streaming down his face.Muzakkir, who is at his desk reviewing the latest case details, hears the man's cries. His instincts kick in as he stands up and walks over to the scene. He can feel the desperation in the man's voice as he tells the officer what happened.The officer behind the desk does his best to reassure the father, "Please, sir, calm down. We understand how upsetting this is. We'll start an investigation right away. We'll find your daughter."Muzakkir listens carefully, his mind racing. A missing person. It's not unusual, but something about the father's distress feels different. He moves closer to the man and speaks softly."Sir, we'll take your complaint seriously. Can you tell us anything about your daughter? When was the last time you saw her? Anything unusual happen recently?"The man wipes his tears and nods, trying to gather himself. "She... she's been acting strangely lately. She'd been going out a lot more than usual, and sometimes she'd come home late. But two days ago, she just disappeared. I don't know if she's in danger... I'm scared she's been taken."The officer behind the desk takes notes, while Muzakkir's thoughts begin to churn. He can't ignore the sudden sense of unease that fills him. A missing person, with the father speaking of strange behavior. His mind connects the dots to the ongoing investigation with the serial killer and the cryptic messages.Muzakkir turns back to the officer. "Get all the details. Her name, any recent contacts, and if there's anyone she may have been hanging around with lately. We need to move quickly."The officer nods and begins to gather the information, while Muzakkir, still deep in thought, looks at the man. The resemblance to the victims' families - the fear, the helplessness - is too strong to ignore.Muzakkir takes a deep breath and steps away, his mind already working through the possibilities. What if this isn't just a missing person case? What if the killer is getting closer? Could this man's daughter be another victim in the making?He looks at his colleagues, then back to the father, who is still holding his tears back, and makes a silent promise to himself - he won't stop until he finds her, and the killer is brought to justice.As the man calms down and prepares to leave the police station, Muzakkir is still deep in thought, his mind racing with the details of the missing person's case. He walks over to a window upstairs, looking out at the street below. Suddenly, his eyes freeze. There it is - the car that had caught his attention days ago. The same car the girl had been in, the one he saw her riding in with another man while he was jogging.Muzakkir's heart skips a beat as the realization dawns on him. The man - the father - has the same car. Could this be the same man who was with the girl that day? Could there be a connection between the missing girl and the murders he's investigating?Without wasting another second, Muzakkir rushes downstairs, his mind set on finding answers. He steps outside just in time to catch the man as he's about to get into his car."Wait!" Muzakkir calls, stopping the man in his tracks. The father looks up, confused and still shaken by the worry over his missing daughter.Muzakkir approaches cautiously, trying to remain calm despite the tension in the air. "I need to ask you something," he says, his voice steady. "Is that your car?"The man nods, still visibly upset. "Yes, it's mine. Why?"Muzakkir's eyes narrow. "I saw this car a few days ago, the day of the bus accident. I was jogging, and I saw your car. A girl was with you. Is that your daughter? Was she the one on the bus?"The man's face hardens, his eyes flickering with confusion. He seems momentarily taken aback by the question, his worry turning to suspicion. "What are you talking about? My daughter's been missing for two days. She wasn't in any accident. What do you mean? Who are you talking about?"Muzakkir's gut twists. Something isn't right. But he needs to push for answers. "There was a bus accident that day. The girl I saw, she was with you, and now your daughter is missing. I need to know if this is connected. Was she the girl in the car? Please, I need to know."The father's face suddenly pales. His confusion morphs into something darker, something Muzakkir can't quite place. For a moment, there's a long silence between them."Yes," the man says, his voice barely above a whisper. "That was her... but she's gone now. She's missing, and I don't know what happened to her."Muzakkir's mind races. The pieces of the puzzle are slowly coming together, but it only raises more questions. Why did the girl get into the car with this man? And why has she gone missing now?"Do you know who she was with? Where she was going? Anything that might help us find her?" Muzakkir presses, his tone urgent.The man shakes his head, his voice breaking. "I don't know. She's been acting strange lately, but she never told me where she was going or who she was seeing. Please, you have to find her."Muzakkir watches the man, trying to read his expressions, but he's not sure what to believe. Could the girl's disappearance be connected to the serial killer? Was this man involved, or was he just a desperate father? The sense of dread in Muzakkir's chest grows heavier with each passing second.He nods slowly, keeping his composure. "We'll find her. We'll do everything we can."As the man drives away, Muzakkir stands still for a moment, his mind spinning with the new information. He turns back to the police station, ready to dive into this new lead, unsure where it will take him - but certain that the connection between the missing girl, the girl from the car, and the killer is more than a coincidence.Muzakkir looks at the father with a serious expression, trying to gather as much information as possible. "What is your daughter's name?" he asks, his voice calm but urgent. "We need to know everything we can to help find her."The man, still shaken by the events, takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself before answering. "Her name is Amina," he says quietly, the weight of his worry evident in his eyes. "Please, officer, I just want her to come home."Muzakkir nods, taking mental notes. He knows that this detail could be important in the investigation, and it might help connect the dots. "Thank you. We'll do everything we can to bring her back."As the man drives away, Muzakkir stands still for a moment, reflecting on the conversation. His thoughts are still racing, but one detail stands out - this is the first time he has heard the girl's name. Amina.A faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he whispers to himself, "Amina..."It's a simple name, but to Muzakkir, it suddenly makes everything feel more real. The girl he has been thinking about, the girl who has unknowingly tied his fate to hers, now has an identity. Amina is not just a mysterious figure from a bus ride or a potential victim in a larger case - she is a person.As Muzakkir watches the car disappear down the street, a new sense of determination fills him. This is more than just an investigation now. Amina's name has brought a personal connection to the case, and he knows he will do everything in his power to find her and uncover the truth.He turns back towards the police station, ready to dive deeper into the investigation. The search for Amina is now at the heart of the case.As Muzakkir and his team review the CCTV footage from the crime scene, a figure appears on screen - someone they recognize. The man is unmistakably Alistair Thorn, a known figure at the local music high school, but what strikes them the most is his handicap. It's a crucial lead they hadn't expected.The next scene takes them to a secret underground location, where Amina is tied up in a dimly lit room. The cryptic messages from the killer make more sense now - his obsession with music. As Muzakkir pores over the messages, it becomes clear: they are like musical notes, a code they need to decipher. With the help of experts, they realize that the killer's twisted mind has encoded his messages like a composition.The breakthrough comes when the team connects Alistair to the music school, a place where he works as a music teacher. Through further investigation, they uncover the name of the killer: Alistair Thorn.Determined to put an end to the reign of terror, the police rush to Alistair's house. The air is thick with tension as they approach, ready to face whatever lies ahead. But as they move closer, Alistair, cornered and desperate, opens fire. A brutal shootout ensues, with police and the killer exchanging gunfire in a life-or-death battle.After a harrowing moment, the police breach the house and make their way to the underground lair. As they enter the secret room, they find a grim sight: photographs of all the victims, evidence of Alistair's twisted obsession. But there's more - hidden in the underground is Amina. She's alive, though shaken, and Muzakkir rushes to her side, his heart swelling with relief.Tears fill his eyes as he embraces her. But their moment of reprieve is short-lived. In a cruel twist of fate, the killer, still alive, begins shooting again. A bullet strikes Amina in the chest. Muzakkir, horrified, tries to shield her, but another bullet grazes his shoulder.What follows is a brutal and desperate fight. The struggle between Muzakkir and Alistair is raw, filled with rage and sorrow. In a final act of strength and determination, Muzakkir overpowers the killer. Alistair falls, dead at last, but it's too late to save Amina.As paramedics rush to the scene, the weight of the loss presses down on Muzakkir. Amina is rushed to the ambulance, but her fate is sealed. Her father arrives, broken and grieving, as he sees his daughter's lifeless body on the stretcher. Muzakkir stands in the background, his heart heavy with guilt and sorrow, unable to save her.One week later, Muzakkir returns to the bus stop where he last saw Amina. The place feels emptier now, a symbol of everything lost. As he sits there, staring at the empty street, the weight of the past few days settles in. The case is closed, but the scars remain.The story ends with Muzakkir, forever changed, left to reflect on the life he couldn't save - and the price of justice.