The café was closed.
Lights dim 💡Chairs upside down 🪑Shadows long and thoughtful 🌑
Four men sat at the same table where too many impossible things had already been discussed.
Barfi.Walter.Dr. Putin.Hawk.
Silence sat with them like a fifth person. 🪑
Belief Comes First 🤝
Dr. Putin spoke first. Slowly. Carefully.
"Normally," he began, fingers interlocked 🧠"I would diagnose this as post-traumatic hallucination."
Walter muttered, "Of course you would." 😑
Dr. Putin continued, ignoring him.
"Dissociation. Stress-induced perception distortion. The brain protecting itself."
He looked at Barfi.
"But after what I saw with my own eyes on that mountain…"
He exhaled.
"I believe you."
The words settled heavily in the room.
Walter leaned back dramatically.
"Yeah. After demon bears and ghost children, invisible people is basically Tuesday." 🐻👻
Hawk nodded once.
"That hill changed the rules."
Barfi stared at the wooden table.
"I don't understand it," he admitted quietly."I just… see them." 👁️
Hawk's Perspective 🚔
Hawk leaned forward.
"If this ability is real," he said carefully,"it could be useful."
Walter raised an eyebrow.
"Useful how? Ghost dating?" 😏
Hawk didn't even blink.
"In police work," he said."Cold cases.Unsolved murders.Missing people."
He looked directly at Barfi.
"If you can see what others can't…you could hear truths buried for years."
Barfi didn't react.
But he listened.
Dr. Putin's Angle 🩺
Dr. Putin adjusted his glasses.
"In hospitals," he added,"patients in comas…trauma victims who cannot speak…people between life and death…"
He paused.
"If Barfi can perceive that space…"
He looked at him seriously.
"You could help where science fails."
Walter let out a low whistle.
"From café boy to national treasure. What an upgrade." 😌
Barfi almost smiled.
Almost.
Walter's Contribution 🎬
Walter slapped the table dramatically.
"OR— hear me out— entertainment."
Hawk glared instantly.
Walter continued anyway.
"Movies.Books.Documentaries."
He pointed at Barfi like unveiling a superhero.
'The Guy Who Talks to Ghosts.' Season One. Boom." 📺
Hawk rubbed his forehead.
Dr. Putin sighed.
Barfi smiled.
A small one.
Real. 🙂
Agreement Without Fear 🤝
Hawk stood.
"We don't rush this."
Dr. Putin nodded.
"No pressure. No experiments. We observe."
Walter added proudly,
"And we keep him fed." 🍞
Barfi finally spoke clearly.
"I don't want to use this to hurt anyone."
Hawk placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You won't."
Firm. Certain.
The four of them sat there.
A policeman 🚔A doctor 🩺A café owner ☕And a boy who survived a curse 👁️
Whatever Barfi had become—
He wasn't alone.
Outside the café…
Something unseen watched. 🌫️
Not threatening.
Curious.
Later — College 📚
College felt normal again.
Too normal.
Phones buzzed 📱Students argued about assignments 📄Life pretended nothing supernatural had ever happened.
Barfi entered the lecture hall.
And stopped.
A man sat casually on the teacher's desk.
Old-fashioned coat 🧥Sharp eyesCalm smile
Watching.
Barfi stared.
The man noticed.
Slowly, deliberately, he stood up and walked toward him.
"You can see me."
Not a question.
A statement.
Barfi nodded.
"Yes."
The man's smile widened.
"Interesting."
His hand extended forward.
Cold.
"I am Professor K."
Barfi's heartbeat slowed slightly.
"…Who are you?"
Before the man could answer—
"Morning, Barfi!" 🌸
Miko's voice cut through the room.
Barfi turned instinctively.
"Morning."
When he looked back—
The desk was empty.
No coat.No professor.No presence.
Just air.
Barfi's fingers tightened around his notebook.
Questions in the Library 📖
Later that day.
Sunlight filtered softly through tall windows 🌤️
Barfi sat across from Miko.
"Miko… do you know a Professor K?"
Her pen froze mid-sentence.
"…Why?"
"I saw him," Barfi said calmly."He spoke to me."
Miko's face drained of color.
"That's not possible."
"Why?"
She closed her book slowly.
Lowered her voice.
"Professor K was a lecturer here years ago."
Barfi waited.
"Brilliant.Charming.Respected."
Her jaw tightened.
"He abused female students."
Barfi's hands stilled.
"When complaints surfaced, the college tried to bury it."
Her voice trembled.
"But the girls spoke anyway."
Silence stretched across the table.
"He was fired. Publicly exposed."
She swallowed.
"And a month later… he died."
"How?" Barfi asked.
"Officially? Heart attack."
She looked directly at him.
"Unofficially? Shame."
Barfi leaned back slowly.
The library felt colder. 🥶
"So he shouldn't exist."
Miko nodded.
"No."
Barfi remembered the smile.
It wasn't ashamed.
It wasn't broken.
"…He didn't look guilty," Barfi said quietly.
Miko's fingers tightened.
"That's the worst part," she whispered."People like that rarely are."
Unfinished Business 👁️
Barfi glanced toward the shelves.
Between two rows of books—
For half a second—
He saw the coat again.
Watching.
Then gone.
Barfi closed his eyes briefly.
This wasn't random.
This wasn't loneliness.
This wasn't imagination.
The dead weren't drifting aimlessly.
They were returning with intent.
And Professor K?
He wasn't just a ghost.
He was a problem that never faced justice.
Barfi opened his eyes.
Calm.
Steady.
Aware.
If the dead were coming back with secrets—
Then someone had to listen.
And this time…
Barfi was not empty.
He was ready. 👁️✨