Arjun set up his spectrometer in Zara’s abandoned hut. At 3:13 AM, the EMF meter didn’t spike. The temperature didn’t drop. But his phone—disconnected from the network—lit up with a single line of text:
Arjun's skeptic throat went dry. "Ready for what?" chudail
"If you had nothing to lose, what would you become?" Arjun set up his spectrometer in Zara’s abandoned hut