The morning sun streamed through the glass walls of Ranawat Industries, casting long golden shadows across Veer's office. The tall glass walls reflected the dim glow of the city lights outside, but inside, the atmosphere was heavy, suffocating. Veer sat in his wheelchair behind the massive oak desk, his fingers drumming lightly against the armrest. His eyes were fixed on the files spread before him, but his mind was elsewhere.

"Where did Kian go? How could someone simply disappear from a hospital? Everyone suspects me... yet I don't even understand what's happening myself."