[The city fades in the rearview mirror. Buildings grow sparse. The sky turns gray.]
Tejas (looking outside): It's weird being out of the city, huh? Feels like everything's slowing down.
Aryan: We've got a hotel room waiting. Feels like the old days already.
[The road stretches empty ahead. Then—something shifts.]
[Silence. Pressure. A sudden headache. All three freeze.]
Dev (clutchinghishead): What the hell is this…?
Tejas: My head… it's like it's splitting apart!
Aryan (groaning): It's getting worse…
[The earth begins to tremble.]
Dev: It's not just us—look!
[They pull over. People on the sidewalks are holding their heads. A family—father, mother, and 11-year-old son—stagger near the road.]
[Suddenly, the family's car rolls and bumps into a bus. Not serious, but enough.]
Aryan: Even the people on the bus… they're holding their heads too.
Tejas: Something's seriously wrong here.
[The trio rush to help. Dev and Aryan pull the family from the car. The father's head is bleeding.]
Dev: Tejas! He's hurt!
[Tejas runs to his backpack, grabs a first aid kit.]
Dev (surprised): You carry that everywhere?
Tejas: I'm a medical student. We're taught to always be ready.
Dev (narration): The shaking had stopped. But whatever this was… It had just begun.