"Damn it!"
Raj stormed down the narrow hallway, his chest pounding with anger.
His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles looked like they might pop.
He was still trying to wrap his head around that video.
The director's words echoed in his mind, each one more infuriating than the last.
"Raj....." Amrita's voice faded into the background as he burst through the door into the cool night air, which hit him like a slap in the face.
The city was unnervingly quiet for someone in his agitated state.
He needed to get moving.
He just needed to do something.
He picked up the pace as he walked past that old alleyway he knew so well.
But tonight felt off—like the whole world had shifted right out from under him.
He had to get answers and confront that old man.
No, just kill that bastard.
There was no way he would let anyone even think of touching his sister.
