Narration Panel:
Raigarh, the city of lights, glimmering like a diamond soaked in gasoline. To the world, it's a paradise. But to those who know it well... it's a labyrinth of greed, vanity, and blood.
*[Panel: High-rise skyline glowing at night, with silhouettes of rich parties on rooftops. Down below: broken roads, dark alleys, eyes watching.]
Narration Panel:
In Raigarh, everyone smiles. Even the corpses.
[Panel: A glamorous news broadcast showing glamorous models, political handshakes, red carpet events.]
Narration Panel:
Behind the curtains of glamour lies a city addicted to vice. The rich hide skeletons beneath their designer rugs. The poor disappear, and no one blinks.
[Panel: Police dragging a protester. A mansion with hidden CCTV cameras. A hand holding cash over a bloodied file.]
Narration Panel:
Raigarh's heart doesn't beat—it ticks, like a bomb waiting to go off.
[Panel: In a luxurious club, a famous influencer snorts something off a mirror. In another panel, a news ticker quietly scrolls: "4 More Children Missing in Sector 13." No one notices.]
Narration Panel:
And somewhere in this diseased paradise... a man watches. With a grin.
[Panel: Black-gloved hand stroking a cracked porcelain mask with a carved smile. The room is dimly lit. Multiple screens show influential people—politicians, actors, tycoons.]
Smiling Man (off-panel, voice-over):
"Let's play."