Arc 1 : Days Before The Day Of Nightmare Chapter 1: The Unnoticed Beginning

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...Two Years Ago...

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The sound of footsteps echoed softly in the hallway, pulling Ayaan from his deep, restless sleep. His eyes opened slowly, the familiar weight of exhaustion still hanging heavy over him. It was the last day of training—everything was supposed to feel sharp, clear—but instead, a lingering unease clung to him.

The dream. The mansion. The crowd. His mother’s voice, urgent and filled with fear, calling out to him, “Let’s go, we have to move now!” Alongside her, his brothers and the others—were there, their faces blurred in his memory. That night, they had all hurried away, leaving the mansion behind. The memory flickered briefly in his mind, but it was already slipping away like sand through his fingers.

“Hey, Ayaan, wake up! You don’t want to miss this.”

Ayaan blinked as the voice pierced through his thoughts. It was his colleague, Dev, standing at the doorway, smirking at him.

“Last day, man. You can’t sleep through this.”

Ayaan groaned, pushing himself up with a stretch. The weight of the dream still felt like it was pressing down on him, but there was no time to dwell on it. He forced the thoughts aside. Today wasn’t the day for memories or distractions.

“I’m up,” Ayaan muttered, dragging himself out of bed and pulling on his training gear. Dev’s face broke into a grin as Ayaan rubbed his eyes and yawned.

“Everyone’s already waiting. You’ll regret it if you don’t hurry up.”

As he stood there, adjusting his gear, a flash of his mother’s worried expression came to mind again—her eyes filled with an emotion he couldn’t place. “Let’s go,” she said back then. That sense of urgency had never left him. It felt like something had been lost that day, something important that still lingered in his mind, like a puzzle missing a crucial piece.

But today, there was no room for those thoughts. Today was about pushing forward. The final training exercises. The culmination of everything he’d worked for.

Ayaan and Dev arrived at the training grounds, the sound of their boots crunching on the gravel underfoot. The air was crisp, a fresh breeze cutting through the early morning stillness. The training grounds were vast, designed for various combat exercises, but today, the focus was on sniper training. The others had already gathered, lined up on one side of the range. Ayaan’s instructor, a gruff, experienced sniper named Captain Rathore, stood waiting by a sleek, black sniper positioned on a sturdy platform.

“Listen up,” Captain Rathore barked as the trainees assembled. “This isn’t just about hitting a target. This is about discipline. Patience. And most importantly, accuracy under pressure. Today, you’ll need to prove you’ve got all of it. Everyone will take their turn. And you’d better make it count.”

Ayaan stood quietly, scanning the setup. In front of him, the targets were set up at varying distances. Some were stationary, others moving. The challenge was about more than just shooting; it was about adjusting to the wind, reading the range, and maintaining composure with the pressure of time.

He was next. Stepping up to the platform, Ayaan felt the weight of the sniper settle into his arms. His breathing slowed as he lined up the scope with the target. His heart beat steadily—calm, like it always did when he was focused.

But this time, the weight felt different. The sniper’s grip in his hands seemed heavier, like a tangible reminder of the responsibility that came with the precision of the shot. His thoughts momentarily flickered back to the memory of his mother’s voice, urging them to leave. But he quickly pushed it aside. He couldn’t afford distractions now.

He inhaled deeply, adjusted the scope, and began to calculate the trajectory of the shot. The wind was slight but present, pushing gently to the left. Ayaan adjusted his aim, considering the variables—distance, wind speed, and the slight incline of the ground beneath him.

The moment felt suspended in time. His finger hovered over the trigger, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. He steadied his breath, lined up his shot, and squeezed.

Bang.

The shot rang out, echoing across the range. Ayaan watched as the target shifted. He had hit it, dead center.

A sense of accomplishment washed over him, but it was fleeting. He stepped back from the platform, his expression unreadable, as he passed the sniper to the next trainee. But in the back of his mind, the unease lingered, like a shadow that wouldn’t let go. Today wasn’t just another training exercise—it was the day that would mark the end of one chapter and the beginning of another. Something bigger, something more dangerous was out there.

He could feel it in his bones.

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