Part III: Tangled Threads
Room 3 was in a forgotten textile mill on the city's outskirts — abandoned, full of
rust and shadows. Asha entered alone, against orders.
The room was sterile, a single light swinging above the chair — where a tablet
rested. On it played footage from ten years ago: her interrogation of Vihaan during
Project WEB’s shutdown.
“You were right,” she’d told him then, “but we can’t play god.”
Vihaan’s recorded voice now echoed in the room. “We never played god. We just asked
who deserved the truth.”
Suddenly, the room locked. Gas hissed. Asha passed out.
She woke up in a hotel room — unharmed, but shaken. In her inbox: a file named
“Thread.”
Inside was a list of names — judges, CEOs, media moguls. All flagged by WEB for
hidden crimes. All never punished. All now marked by the Spider.
Karim called. “Room 4’s gone live.”
Another death. Another message.
“Eight legs. Eight lies. Eighth is yours.”
Asha’s name was eighth.