His sole known identity was Victor, his alias.

He used fear as a weapon and obscurity as a benefit.

Because all of his operations were successful, his superiors tolerated his unusual and frequently barbarous techniques while his inferior officers whispered tales of his ruthless and heroic bravery.

Always... Up until he embarked on a solo expedition, which proved to be the hardest challenge of his professional life.

He discovered a massive organisation whose tentacles extended from Afghanistan to Delhi, Bombay to Kerala thanks to a mere hunch that his trained instincts found difficult to ignore.

Then his supervisor and mentor, Intelligence Bureau Head J.P. Nanda, was brutally killed.

Despite running into a number of dead ends and being lost in a labyrinth of deceit, betrayal, and never-ending peril, he was now unstoppable in his quest to find the people responsible for this evil realm.

An innocent girl was in the middle of it all, torn between these two hostile and frightening worlds.

The fisherman in the area of Goa’s south coast discovered two bodies that had floated ashore to their village. One was a neighbour from their community, and the other was unknown.

They were used to seeing it because there were several drug lords in the neighbourhood to the north. They started making funeral arrangements after informing the necessary parties.