Prlogue– Shadows in the Past
Ten years ago.
Rajshahi. Winter night.
The city lay still beneath a brittle cold. Streetlights flickered weakly, their glow swallowed by the fog creeping through empty roads.
Inside a small apartment, the air felt heavier than the night outside.
Four figures stood in silence.
No one sat. No one spoke. Their breaths hung faintly in the dim light, uneven, controlled—like each of them was trying not to disturb something already broken.
Something lay between them.
No one looked at it for long.
A clock ticked somewhere in the room, each second dragging louder than it should.
Then—
“Everyone knows what to do.”
The voice was low, precise. Too steady for the moment.
“No mistakes. No one outside…”
A brief pause.
“…must ever find out.”
One of the others shifted, just slightly. “Are we sure?”
Silence answered first.
Then—
“If we weren’t, we wouldn’t be here.”
That ended it.
No arguments. No hesitation.
Only a quiet understanding passing between them—thin, fragile, and dangerous.
What was decided that night would never be written. Not in reports. Not in headlines. Not even in whispers.
But decisions like that don’t disappear.
They wait.
They settle into the cracks of time, buried deep where no one dares to look… until something forces them back to the surface.
Because the truth doesn’t vanish.
It lingers.
And someday—
it comes back.
