Darshan didn't care about the way , he was just running. As they entered a dark under-constructioned subway , and Darshan stumbled on something, the spirit grabbed his throat, hardly pushing him against the wall . Darshan was struggling hard and the grip on his throat was becoming more tight . His veins were pumping viciously against his pale face . His head was spinning but he could not afford a black out , so he started concentrating on the spirit ; images, fragments of memories started to project within his mind and he was out of his own brain , in someone else's memory .
It was the spirit's memory . when he was alive he used to be a teacher , taking care of his parents with his little salary . His mother was suffering from a long term disease , his father made a bond in a financial company to be used after his death . His father had died 4 months ago, he needed the bond to get the money so he could use that in his mother's treatment . He contacted with the financial agent and had been pestering the agent continuously for 4 months , but the agent didn't help him at all . His mother's condition got worse , she urgently needed an operation. He had used his whole salaries but still was short of money so he went to the agent's apartment to threat him and get the bond paper . He brutally tortured the agent , but could only get one answer that the papers were burnt in a fire accident . He couldn't hold his hopelessness , outraged he cut the agent's throat with a kitchen knife. Then he searched every important or unimportant papers in the whole apartment but couldn't get anything . He asked , pleaded , begged , cried before the dead body .
Darshan's sense abruptly came back to himself , his limbs became numb , his veins were purple , but the grip on his throat became more tight . Weighed down with guilt and grief he couldn't struggle anymore , he was about to surrender when some more memories started to enter.
This memories were from after the search ; a police officer entered the apartment , in confusion he ran away from there . Earlier when Darshan woke up after seeing the shadow and went after the man, the officer was a little behind him . After the accident , the spirit thought Darshan as an alliance of the officer as that officer had stopped beside him, putting his hand on his shoulder he asked
"Hey man! Are you okay? You are not breathing!"
"So he started running for the officer! And here I am surrendering myself because I thought my chase caused his death! " Anger helped him out from the numbness , he started struggling with his all ending senses . But it was no help , images of his mom stirred up in his mind and for the first time tears fell from his eyes .
Suddenly a strong yet strangely familiar aroma entered Darshan's senses , a black whip shimmering with a golden light strangled around the spirit's throat and it was pulled back , harshly yanked to the opposite wall , the spirit's expression became unworldly horrified , as if he was about to die again . Darshan's eyes became focused on the man in golden-black robe , face hooded , radiating a chilling fearful aura . Gripping the spirit's throat fiercely , the hooded man with gritted teeth coldly said "Now you know how it feels to be choked to death! " and the spirit shrank into a little black doll .
The incidents were slowly sinking into the shocked mind of Darshan who was still at the same position , unmoving . Though the atmosphere was slowly getting back to normal , Darshan thought his brain already had started malfunctioning . He saw turning towards him, the hooded man bowed a little , a black skull sign brightly appeared just above his head. The hands of the man were clenched into tight fist , blue veins were about to burst out of the little yellowish fair skin as if he barely calmed himself down . Suddenly Darshan's eyes focused on something glistening round thing around the hooded man's neck , the light coming from it increased so much that hecould not keep his eyes opened . Darshan tried to shake it off with a blink , but when he opened his eyes the hooded man was nowhere to be seen .
Darshan was totally out of the world , if it wasn't for the incoming call maybe he couldn't even remember that he was a human . The call was from his mom . He received the call but couldn't utter a sound . He still was searching for the identity of the hooded man..."The Whip, the golden black robe, the aura of dead..." and then out of nowhere it clicked to his utterly astonished mind . He couldn't hear much of what his mom was talking about ; the only words came out of his mouth were "Anthraj, The Lord of Death!" .