That impenetrable, heavy black car had left behind the city's glittering world and entered a desolate, dark area. Tara's heart was pounding against her ribs, and a few drops of cold sweat had emerged on her forehead.

This road was leading toward a terrifying, bloody world from which there was perhaps no return. Shaurya Singhania sat perfectly still in his seat. His deep, fearsome eyes were cutting through the darkness of the night.