Calcutta, Late 1911
The British Empire was a living organism—vast, vigilant, and ruthless in its defense. Even the faintest disturbance sent ripples through its intelligence network, and Arjun Sen's actions had become an enigma puzzling the Raj's most skilled minds. The empire's eyes scrutinized every corner of the city—the marketplace murmurs, shadowed alleys, whispered conversations in dimly lit rooms.At Fort William, British officers gathered over maps and coded reports. Superintendent Charles Harrington, a sharp-minded intelligence officer, paced the floor, frustration mounting. "Who is this specter?" he demanded to know. "No cause claimed, no message left. Officers and informants alike vanish in the night, and yet no trace remains."Arjun's subtle strikes had unsettled them enough to inspire paranoia. Harrington ordered increased surveillance on known revolutionary circles and infiltration of suspected meeting places. His agents were skilled, but they were hunting shadows—the invisible ink of revolution that left no visible mark.Arjun, aware of the tightening net, used his shinigami eyes to anticipate moves before they unfolded—a chess game where every piece was crucial. He observed British agents operating under layers of disguise and false leads. But even his immortality and foresight could not guarantee immunity from risk. One mistake could expose everything.Behind closed doors, Arjun confided in his closest allies the growing danger. "The empire's gaze narrows," he warned. "Their fear grows, and with it, their cruelty. We must be cautious but unyielding."The tension was palpable, every whisper a potential betrayal, every shadow a hidden enemy. Yet, beneath the anxiety lay a potent fuel—an unshakable belief that the empire's arrogance would be its undoing. Each thwarted plot, each invisible victory, chipped away at the myth of British invincibility.At night, as the city slumbered under a frail veil of colonial order, Arjun penned new names in the Death Note—not with rage but with cold resolve. The battle was cerebral, invisible, and eternal—a war fought not just for freedom but for the rewriting of fate itself