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.Chapter-39.The Footage.

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Tumhari yaadon mein jeene ko jee chahta hai,tumhari baahon mein marne ko jee chahta hai,humse door reh kar kya karoge tum,humare bina toh tumhe bhi jeena nahi aayega.

Ashwin's pov:

The police continued their investigation, interviewing witnesses and gathering evidence. Meanwhile, we coordinated with Raj and the security team to analyze the footage frame by frame, looking for any clues that could lead us to Ashlyn.

Raj inserted the USB drive into the projector, casting the footage onto the wall for all of us to see. The room was silent, everyone focused intently on the screen. My heart pounded in my chest as the video began to play, showing the events of that evening.

The footage started with Ashlyn walking down a corridor, her expression serene but slightly tired. She seemed unaware of the impending danger, just another day in the hospital. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a small puppy whimpering in a corner. Ashlyn's kind heart led her to the puppy, and she knelt down, gently patting it.

As she comforted the puppy, a figure emerged from the shadows. He moved swiftly and silently, his face obscured by a mask. He sat down next to Ashlyn, and although his words were inaudible, the change in Ashlyn's demeanor was immediate. She stiffened, her eyes widening with fear. The man must have said something truly terrifying because Ashlyn's reaction was one of pure horror.

She tried to back away, her movements frantic, but the man grabbed her arm, holding her in place. Ashlyn screamed, her voice ringing out even through the silent footage. She struggled desperately, trying to free herself from his grip. Just then, chaos erupted around them. The sound of gunfire filled the air, and people began to scatter, screaming and running for cover.

Ashlyn's fear was palpable. She clutched her ears, trying to block out the deafening noise. Her body shook with terror as the masked man dragged her away, disappearing from the camera's view. The shootout continued in the background, bullets flying and people falling. The footage was chaotic and horrifying, a stark reminder of the violence that had taken place.

As the video ended, the room was heavy with silence. The horror of what we had just witnessed hung in the air, each of us processing the events in our own way. My mind raced with questions and fears for Ashlyn's safety.

"We need to identify that man," I said, my voice steely with determination. "Raj, can you enhance the footage? Maybe we can get a clearer look at his face or some distinguishing features."

Raj nodded, already working on enhancing the video. "I'll do my best," he said, his fingers flying over the keyboard.

Meanwhile, Anshuman's phone buzzed. He answered it quickly, speaking in hushed tones to the person on the other end. After a moment, he turned to us. "Our reinforcements are on their way," he announced. "We'll have more eyes and ears on this soon."

I nodded, feeling a small measure of relief. "Good. We need all the help we can get."

Just then, Viyaan, who had been searching the room for any clues, called out. "Look at this," he said, pointing to a small, crumpled piece of paper partially hidden under a chair.

I picked up the paper and unfolded it, revealing a hastily scrawled message: "Meet me at the old warehouse. Midnight. Come alone." The note sent a shiver down my spine.

"Why always that same warehouse?" I gave a thought to it.

"This has to be from Vikram," I said, showing the note to the others. "He's playing a game, and he wants us to follow his rules."