The black Rolls-Royce Phantom glides through the dimly lit streets, its polished exterior reflecting the flickering glow of passing streetlights. The city outside is alive, humming with the distant honks of impatient drivers, the occasional siren wailing in the night. But inside the car, silence reigns.

Adwait sits in the back seat, his posture relaxed yet exuding a quiet intensity. His fingers tap rhythmically against his knee, the only sign of the storm brewing within him. He keeps his gaze fixed outside, though his mind is far from the neon signs and towering buildings. It is trapped in a memory, one that has haunted him for years.