The world is not what it seems.
People believe that India, Pakistan, and China are just nations on a map. But in the underworld, those letters stand for something much darker. They are three secret institutions responsible for the "development" of the world—but only on their terms.
Located in unknown locations across three different continents, the IPC is the invisible hand that moves the chemicals, the money, and the bodies. If you stumble upon their business, there is no escape.
Welcome to a world where the law is silent, and the IPC is God.
Part 1: Chapter 1 (The Forest Secret)
The afternoon sun hit the dusty playground where Team Red and Team Blue were locked in a fierce football match. Team Blue was winning by 3 points, the air filled with the sounds of shouting children and the thud of the ball.
Suddenly, a powerful kick sent the ball flying deep into the forest.
Akshay, a six-year-old boy, took this chance to slip away. He needed to pee, and without telling his friends, he ran into the tall grass. As he pushed through the leaves, the sounds of the game faded. The forest was thick and unnaturally quiet.
He froze. Through the trees, he saw five men. They wore black masks and moved with a cold, professional silence. They were holding an older man down. Without a word, they picked up heavy stones and began smashing his face.
Akshay's heart hammered against his ribs. He was terrified. He couldn't hold it anymore—a small splash of liquid hit the dry leaves. Drip. Drip.
He thought he was safe. But then—CRACK.
A single bullet was fired directly into the man's head. The masked men turned and vanished into the shadows like ghosts. Akshay ran to the body, screaming for his father to wake up. But as he knelt in the blood, he felt the cold steel of a gun barrel against the back of his neck.
Before he could turn, the world went black with a single shot.
Part 2: Chapter 1 (The Investigation)
Hours later, the forest was crawling with police. Inspector Ashish stood over the scene. The boy and the father had been found deep in the woods near the water's edge.
Ashish: "Why did the boy come here?"
Mother: (Sobbing) "His friends said he went to get the ball. I... I came as soon as I heard."
Ashish looked at the ground. There were two paths out: the thick jungle or the water. He split his team. Team A went into the trees with revolvers drawn; Team B searched the shore.
A call came in from the forensics team. "Sir, both were killed with a pistol, but the bullets are different. And the father... he was tortured before he died. He was dehydrated and his fingers were broken. They wanted something from him."
Ashish looked into the dark trees. This wasn't a simple murder. This was a message.