Just when Aryan emerged from the treacherous depths of the dungeon, his wristband buzzed incessantly with notifications. He glanced down, his eyes widening at the flood of missed calls and urgent messages that popped up on the screen.
"What the hell happened outside?" Aryan muttered to himself, his heart pounding with a growing sense of unease. He scrolled through the messages, his brow furrowing with each passing notification.
Lost in his thoughts, Aryan failed to notice a hulking figure approaching from behind. The muscle-headed man cleared his throat loudly, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Hey, shithead! Piss off from the way, will you?"
Aryan turned abruptly, his eyes narrowing as he locked gazes with the imposing stranger. In a swift motion, he grabbed the man's collar, his grip tight and unyielding. "What did you say again?" Aryan's voice was cold, laced with a dangerous intensity.
