The Coordinator: "This is a message to every living being on the planet you call Earth."
[The screen flickers across languages—but the message is heard in each individual's mother tongue.]
The Coordinator: "This interview is being broadcasted to all, in tongues you understand. You feeble living beings have been selected… for a greater good. A task. To entertain a Superior Being."
[Gasps ripple through the crowd. Confusion. Terror.]
The Coordinator (calmly): "You may ask questions. But only for one minute. After that—no more questions. Instructions will appear before you. Since you are human—among the weakest—you are granted the chance to play in teams."
[A man steps out from the crowd—he came from the bus earlier. Eyes filled with fury.]
Unknown Man (shouting): "We won't play your sick game! We're not toys—we're people! You don't control us!"
[The Coordinator's eyes burn crimson. It raises one clawed hand slowly.]
In a blink— The man's head implodes.
Blood. Bone. Silence.
The Coordinator (voicedeepening): "You have no right to speak to me loudly."
[Across the world—people scream.]
The Coordinator: "Anyone attempting such defiance… Shall meet the same fate."
[Without warning, the Coordinator lifts its hands—and a thousand heads across the world burst simultaneously.]
Blood rains.
Screens everywhere show the carnage. Billions watching. No one able to look away.
[People try to run—try to escape.]
But they can't.
[It feels like invisible walls surround them. Any attempt to flee… causes their bodies to collapse inward. Crushed. Mangled. Folded by an unseen force.]
Aryan (whispers): "Stay calm. Don't do anything stupid."
[Dev and Tejas nod, trembling but alert.]
Dev (inner monologue): This isn't a dream. It isn't a nightmare.
It's a beginning.