Aryan arrived near the old 'Phoenix Textile Mill' in his car. The area was desolate. In the shadows of the towering buildings, the old mill looked like the skeletal remains of a dead animal.
The gate was locked, but a section of the wall was broken. Aryan parked his car a short distance away and headed inside on foot.
Inside, there was a heavy silence. The only sounds were the scurrying of rats and the distant, faint hum of Mumbai's traffic.
The location mentioned in the message was the "Boiler Room."
Climbing over piles of debris, Aryan reached the heavy iron door of the boiler room. The door was slightly ajar, and a blue light was emanating from within.
He pushed the door open.
He froze at the sight before him.
This wasn't just an empty room. A complete operating theater had been set up here. Glass jars filled with human organs floating inside were lined up. Strange maps were plastered on the walls, with different cities around the world marked in red.
And in the center of the room, a young girl was tied to a chair. She was unconscious.
Standing beside her was a man wearing a doctor's coat and a surgical mask. He was cleaning a saw.
The doctor looked at Aryan, but he didn't seem surprised. He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a calm voice:
"You're late, Aryan. Number 404's work remained unfinished. But don't worry, tonight we will complete the 'transplant'."
He gestured toward the girl.
"This is your donor. Her bones are very strong... perfect for the new puppets."
What happened next?