In the airtight penthouse of Dhaka's elite, a killer operates with surgical precision. Each victim wakes to darkness, a thin garrote around the neck, and the numbers 9.17 carved into their forehead in perfect crimson strokes. Seven years ago, Arnab lost everything in a fire that left scars deeper than skin. Now, the past has returned-not as memory, but as vengeance. A predator is dissecting the guilty, one locked-room execution at a time.
As bodies pile up with the same eerie signature, detective Arnab must confront the monster he helped create... before the blade turns on him. Guilt doesn't heal. It bleeds. A chilling psychological thriller of revenge, redemption, and surgical horror.
In the airtight penthouse of Dhaka's elite, a killer operates with surgical precision. Each victim wakes to darkness, a thin garrote around the neck, and the numbers 9.17 carved into their forehead in perfect crimson strokes. Seven years ago, Arnab lost everything in a fire that left scars deeper than skin. Now, the past has returned-not as memory, but as vengeance. A predator is dissecting the guilty, one locked-room execution at a time.
As bodies pile up with the same eerie signature, detective Arnab must confront the monster he helped create... before the blade turns on him. Guilt doesn't heal. It bleeds. A chilling psychological thriller of revenge, redemption, and surgical horror.