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Location: The Maw of Vāz'Karun
A waterfall of black mist poured endlessly over the cliff's edge, whispering curses as it fell into the void below. Behind its veil, carved into the living rock, lay the shrine known only in the silence of essence.
The dojo hissed with stillness, carved from obsidian that shimmered with trapped reflections—faces that didn't belong to the living. The moonlight sliced in from a jagged crack in the ceiling, illuminating thirteen warriors kneeling in a perfect crescent.
They wore hakama stained the red of centuries-old blood. Blindfolds made of translucent skin-scrolls covered their eyes. Their katana, sheathed in flesh-parchment, lay before them like sleeping gods.
They were the new Whispers.
Tonight, they would be unmade.
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The Ceremony Begins
A gong sounded, though no one struck it. It resonated from inside the mountain, deep within its veins.
The High Whisperer approached. Cloaked in nothing but shadows and ash, he spoke no words. He only extended a tray.
On it: thirteen fang-shaped blades, each humming faintly. Ink shimmered on them—a black-red oil made from the shed skin of Vāz'Karun, the mythical serpent said to have coiled through time itself.
Each samurai stepped forward.
One by one, they chose their blade.
One by one, they knelt.
One by one, they carved a sigil onto their tongue—not of memory, but of essence. They were to offer the very core of their being.
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They plunge a red-hot blade into their own shadow. And—it bleeds silver. What pours out isn't blood—it's the fragments of their humanity crawling like worms.
As each sigil bled into the air, the dojo screamed. Not with sound, but with pressure. The walls vibrated as ancient glyphs slithered from the blades, coiling up their arms, branding their skin in serpent-tongue.
The tattoos moved.
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Arrival of Vāz'Karun
The air cracked. The moonlight fractured.
Then, it darkened.
Not a shadow. Not a shape.
A feeling of something impossibly vast.
And above the Rite Of Red.
A single eye blinked open in the void.
No one saw it—but they felt it, inside their bones. The presence of the Dark, the ancient serpent who whispers to the dying stars.
His voice entered through bloodstreams, not ears:
> "You all are forgotten and now you are mine."
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Aftermath
The warriors opened their eyes. Their sclera: black. Their irises: burning crimson.
Their shadows detached from their feet and handed them their blades.
They bowed.
The dojo blinked out of existence. The cliff was empty. The mist returned.
The Red Whispers were born.
And the hunt for the remaining shards began.
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Timeframe: 4:00 PM – Unfortunately Earth | Sponsored by Chaos, Caffeine, and Questionable Life Choices
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Location: Veer's Room (aka Hormonal Ground Zero)
Currently playing: "Breathe (in panic)" by Existential Crisis ft. Anxiety Blanket
Veer's wrapped like a cursed human burrito, anxiety levels high enough to power a small Himalayan village. His phone pings, vibrating like it owes money.
Anonymous text:
> "Tonight. She'll know. So will you."
Veer's soul left the chat to file retirement.
> "...Know what? That I once Googled 'How to not get pregnant with a forehead kiss' in class 6?!?"
He yeets the phone. It ricochets off a motivational pillow that reads "Slay the Day!" and proceeds to slay his iced coffee instead—right into his crotch.
"... I'd rather party with a cactus instead."
His room? looked like it was looted by shampoo goblins.
Six rejected outfits. Three deodorants. Two open existential crises.
A Wikipedia tab for "Symptoms of Nervous Breakdown or Possibly Demonic Possession"
4:07 PM – Veer's Window, AKA Cat Burglar Express Lane
Rohit swings in like a raccoon cosplaying Tom Cruise—hoodie up, duffel bag heavier than his karma.
> Veer: "...Could've just rung the bell."
Rohit: "Doors are for tax-paying civilians."
He throws the bag. It crashes onto Veer's laptop, erasing 37 Chrome tabs and his will to live.
Inside the bag:
Voice modulator
Fake IDs
Backup deodorant (Bless him)
A tiny glass vial labeled: Tears™ – Organic, Gluten-Free, stolen from BILLIONAIRES.
Veer:
> "Is this a party or a heist?"
Rohit:
"Why not both?"
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4:11 PM – ScamGods Headquarters
Rohit dons a black turtleneck like he's about to sell NFTs to your grandma.
He flashes a business card:
> Raunak Singhania
Startup Angel // Crypto Prophet // Spiritual Gymbro // Hugged Zuck Once (He Cried)
> Veer: "Why do I feel like I'm in a fever dream?"
Rohit pins a guest list to the wall like a serial killer's vision board. Circles. Xs. A sticky note that just says "Good intentions."
> Rohit (tapping the red dots): "Every one of these richlings has a skeleton in their juice bar. I'm here to shake the blender."
Veer: "Didn't you drunk that deodrant Again?"
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4:15 PM – Riya's House / Ice Fortress of Doom
Cherry is already inside. Dressed like a European waiter who got fired mid-shift and joined MI6.
Name tag: Giovanni, Please Don't Ask Questions
Fake mustache = held together with lip balm
Apron pockets?
Confetti grenade
Fake blood balloon
Alexa rigged to yell: "EVACUATE. LAW ENFORCEMENT EN ROUTE."
Also, a fork. For...legal reasons.
Phone buzzes.
Amelia:
>"Get me dirt on Riya. You owe me."
Cherry: "I want your chemistry notes. And one kidney."
Amelia: "Fine."
Cherry: "And your Netflix password."
Amelia: "YOU MONSTER."
Veer calls:
> Veer: "WHERE'S THE CAR?"
Cherry: "I'm already inside. Deep ops. Seduced the dessert tray. It moaned."
Veer: "…what?"
Cherry: "Nothing. Anyway, if I die, bury me in the fondue section."
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4:17 PM – Riya's House, Icy Palace of Emotional Damage
The party looks like what would happen if Euphoria and Voldemort's wedding planner had a baby.
The vibe is Euphoria meets Hunger Games meets Elsa's fever dream.
Mirror maze at the entrance? Check.
Waiters on hoverboards? Judging you silently? Absolutely.
Ice sculptures of Riya's face with different passive-aggressive expressions? Cross-checked.
Veer and Rohit arrived.
Veer's mirror reflection:
> "Bro. I'm you. Why are you like this?"
An emotional slap. But that's okay.
Everyone gets wristbands:
Green = Meh peasants
Red = Sacrificial influencers
Gold = Inner circle or demon spawn
Black = Declared enemy. Veer got black.
Rohit: Gold. Because of course he paid someone with crypto and a seductive wink.
Then she arrives.
Fog rolls. Lights dim. A violinist faints from tension.
Riya, descends in a dress that looks like it was crafted from frostbite and judgment.
She raises one eyebrow so sharply someone in the crowd gets emotionally stabbed.
> "Welcome to the empire you were never meant to touch."
Room temp drops. Someone's drink freezes mid-air.
A man got hypothermia just from eye contact.
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[TIME – 05:25 PM]
Amelia was surrounded by reporters, all asking dumb questions at once like mosquitoes with press badges.
> Reporter 1: "Who are you wearing?"
Amelia (stone-faced): "The weight of academic expectations."
> Reporter 2 & 3: "Your craziest view on this 'Frost Kingdom'?"
Amelia: "Disappointment and caffeine."
It's ~ 6:00 pm
Aarush is standing on the balcony like a knockoff Greek god.
Shirt open. Chest out. Brain...on airplane mode.
Cash: holding a ring light like a simping lighthouse.
> Aarush (pouting): "This party... lacks me."
> Cash (confused): "But you're literally here—"
> Aarush (dramatic): "No. I mean my aura. It's underrepresented."
He sprays cologne. Birds drop from the sky. Somewhere, an ozone hole opens.
Suddenly a girl screams:
> "OMG IT'S HIM! It's that guy from the 'How To Be Hot Without Trying' Reel!!"
Aarush turns slowly like he's in an invisible shampoo ad.
> Aarush: "You recognize me."
Girl: "No, I meant your friend who actually did the dance. You were in the back. Flossing."
Cash whispers: "Bro she said flossing."
Aarush (shattered): "Art… is wasted on peasants."
6:54 PM – Batman's Warehouse / The Oracle Dungeon
In a cave filled with screens, wires, snacks, and betrayal.
Ethan is monitoring the party, sipping Pepsi like a Bond villain on leave.
Ctrl and Alt (his pet cockroaches) race across the keyboard.
Ethan (mutters):
"Someone spliced the feed... Who hacks a drone at a birthday party?"
He calls Cherry.
Meanwhile – Kitchen of Sin
Cherry is mixing guac with villainous delight.
> Waiter: "Please, that's not for—"
Cherry: "It is now. I am the dip."
Phone buzz.
> Ethan: "Something's off here!"
Cherry: "Aww. Is this your weird way of flirting?"
Ethan: "No. Someone hijacked the drone. I see a second video feed. Like…someone else is watching them too."
Cherry: "...Hot."
Ethan: "Also, the blood balloon is leaking."
Cherry (gleeful):
"Good. Let them fear me."
Too bee Countinued..