Mumbai…
The Rich Man Villa Hotel—a name that might have once promised royalty..
But now it stood like a crumbling monument among the rotting alleys of Mumbai's most forgotten quarters.
Time had etched its decay onto every corner of this derelict building, where rust crept up broken railings, stray dogs fought for scraps in the lobby, and the scent of mildew clung to the walls like a curse.
No tourists, no businessmen, no locals dared enter. It was a known haven for criminals, smugglers, and ghosts of the underworld.
No one disturbes anyone here. Not out of respect, but fear. Because a knock at the wrong door could be the last sound you ever hear.
On the topmost floor, hidden behind a stained curtain that flapped in the monsoon breeze, sat the infamous assassin known only as Butterfly.
