It was a rainy night, a lorry containing goods to be delivered was travelling on a hilly terrain. "where is this path leading to?" asked the delivery guy. " 'a lonely villa on top of the hill', that's the description he has given" said the driver. "a lonely villa, ha, he must be a mad guy, and why would he need this goods here".

Thunder roars.

"I don't know" said the driver. The screetch of the wiper blades and the roar of the lorry engine filled the ambiance as the lorry climbs the steepy, rough terrain. There is a moment of silence between them. "mayb....maybe this would be the perfect place to hide his goods" said the driver. The delivery guy stared at him for a few seconds and then turned his face towards the window. "Maybe".

The lorry finally reached the lonely villa. It was large and painted in dark blue that it almost seems invisible in the dark. It had only one large wooden door and had two small windows on each of its face, but a special glass was used so that nothing can be seen from the outside. It had a first floor and the staris were placed inside the villa. If you try to look for any houses or buildings nearby, all you can find is large trees talking to each other in the rain. Weird noises approached from all the directions. The delivery guy rang the doorbell and a old man, dark skin with lot of wrinkles, bald and a few grey hairs on the sides, clean shaved face with blackheads here and there, a slightly non-straight back and a beer belly opened the door and stared at him. "Is Mr.Krishnamoorthy here?" asked the delivery guy, maybe he thought someone who looked like a bald Morgan Freeman wouldn't order such goods. "I'm Krishnamoorthy" . The delivery guy looked at his face in confusion and examined his looks "must be a mad guy" he thought to himself and asked him for the password. Moorthy told him the 12 digit alphanumeric password he has memorized. The delivery guy handed him a form "sign here, we'll go and bring the goods". He went near the lorry and signaled the driver. Then they both carried the large wooden box which had the goods to the enterance of the villa, Moorthy opened the door and they went in, the room they entered was really small and a dim bulb was hanging on the top, there were no lights on the other rooms. "where should we dropped this?" asked the driver. "Place it there and you can leave" said Moorthy. "HERE?!!, really?, old man, the box is really heavy and I don't think you would be able to carry it alone. I can say you are trying to keep things hidden but we are proffesoinals, you can count on us" said the driver. "Your job is done, you can keep it here and leave" Moorthy replied in a deep voice.

Thunder roars.

The delivery guy started sweating,"bro! we'll just do as he says...". The driver gave him a stare and dropped the box with a thud. As they left the villa, the only light on the only room they saw went off.

Krishnamoorthy, holding a torch with the support of his neck and shoulders, unscrewed the wooden box and observed it carefully for 30 seconds. The first thing he took out of it is a smart watch, he tied it in his wrist and checked the time, it was 19.34 . He then turned off his torch and started to place the things from the box in his house. It was really dark and nothing could be seen, the rain slowed down a little and sounds of metal could be heared as Moorthy placed them.

After placing the goods, Moorthy sat on a sofa and checked the time, it was 20.46 . He recieved a call from his wife at 20.50 . "Hello....yeah I'm comfortable here, they have given me a decent room......how about you? is the caretaker taking good care of you.....good. I'll talk to you later then....hey...hey...wait a minute", his tone softened a bit, "did you have your food and medicine properly?.......okay then goodnight, bye". It was 20.57.

Lightning flashes. Thunder roars.

He bent down to grab something under the sofa.

Lightning flashes. Thunder roars.

He took a AKM from there and moved to the center of the room. It was 20.59.

The rain almost stopped and Moorthy was able to get a clear vision of outside through his window. As the time turned to 21.00, huge fireflies with flashing white light emerged from the bushes all around the villa; but if you observe carefully, they are torchlights and men wearing black suites are holding it. Mr.Krishnamoorthy is surrounded....