The scene opens in Aarav's dimly lit room. He's sitting on the edge of his bed, his head in his hands. The machine hums softly in the background, monitoring his vitals as he processes the events of the day.
Aarav (inner monologue): "We found nothing. Not a name, not a face—just those green eyes and that mocking smile. Was that even a man? Or something else entirely?"
His eyes dart to the CCTV footage replaying in his mind, the image of the man vanishing taunting him. His hands clench into fists.
"I can't stop thinking about him. About what he's done. But how do you fight someone you can't even find? I could scour every CCTV in the city, but what's the guarantee he's even here? What if they're everywhere?"
Aarav stands abruptly, pacing the small room. The machine's voice cuts through the silence:
"To clean dirt, you must enter it."
Aarav stops. The words echo in his mind. "Enter the dirt." He looks down at his trembling hands, then at the pile of discarded clothes on the floor.
Determined, Aarav starts rummaging through the pile of clothes, grabbing whatever he can to conceal himself. Dirty gloves, an oversized hoodie, and a long scarf to hide his face. He pauses when he realizes he's missing something—a mask.
His eyes fall on a small metal box on the shelf. He opens it and pulls out a mask, crudely made from scraps of junk. His father had crafted it years ago, a gift to a younger Aarav who once dreamed of being a hero.
Aarav holds the mask tightly, a tear slipping down his cheek. "Dad… I'll find out what happened to you. I'll find the truth." His sadness transforms into determination as he puts on the mask, its cool metal pressing against his skin like a promise.
At midnight, Aarav sneaks out of his house, his makeshift disguise in place. He whispers to the machine, "No CCTV should catch me."
The machine responds, a layer of energy enveloping him, thick and impenetrable to cameras. Aarav glances at his reflection in a window, a shadowy figure cloaked in anonymity.
He moves through the silent streets, his senses heightened. The city feels alive with secrets, and Aarav is ready to uncover them.