The stepbrother dropped to his knees.
The gun slipped from his trembling fingers and clattered across the café floor 🔫
CLINK.
The sound echoed unnaturally loud in the destroyed café ☕💥
His eyes widened.
Empty.
Broken.
Like a man who had just watched his buried childhood crawl out of a grave ⚰️
"No…" he whispered weakly.
"No… that's not possible…"
Barfi's body straightened slowly.
Deliberately.
His breathing changed.
Deeper.
Steadier.
Heavier.
The air itself felt colder ❄️
Professor K had entered him.
Not violently.
Not screaming.
Not like possession from horror stories.
Like a tired man stepping back into a coat that was stolen from him 🕯️
Barfi's voice came out different now.
Older.
Sharper.
Colder.
"You remember," the voice said quietly.
"That's enough."
⭐ Chaos Breaks Loose 💥🔫
Guy snapped first.
"SHOOT HIM!!" 😡
He raised his gun wildly and fired.
BANG 💥
Too close.
Too rushed.
Too emotional.
Barfi twisted his shoulder instantly.
The bullet ripped past his ear, tearing through skin before exploding into a glass shelf behind him 🩸🪞
CRASHHH 💥
Glass rained everywhere like frozen rain.
Barfi ducked low.
A ceramic plate flew from the counter 🍽️
CRACK 💢
It smashed directly into Guy's face.
Guy staggered backward screaming.
"I'LL KILL YOU—!!" 🤬
He charged blindly.
Another shot exploded.
BANG 💥
Bullets tore through wooden tables.
Coffee cups shattered.
Walls splintered apart.
The peaceful café that once smelled like warm coffee and late-night laughter ☕✨
was becoming a battlefield. ⚔️
Barfi rolled across the floor.
Broken glass sliced his hands.
Blood stained the tiles.
But he didn't stop.
Didn't hesitate.
Didn't breathe wrong even once.
Professor K's cold focus moved through him like ice 🧊
Barfi slid behind the counter.
Guy rushed forward breathing heavily.
Barfi grabbed a mug.
THROW 💥
Guy flinched instinctively.
Half a second.
Enough.
Barfi's hand locked onto the coffee machine ☕⚙️
Heavy.
Metal.
Still boiling hot.
He swung it with every ounce of borrowed strength inside him.
BAMMMMM 💥💀
The machine slammed into Guy's skull.
Guy dropped instantly.
Like someone cut every string holding him up.
Blood spread slowly across the shattered floor 🩸
Silent.
Still.
⭐ The Stepbrother Breaks 😨
The stepbrother screamed in pure panic.
"I KILLED YOU ONCE—
I'LL DO IT AGAIN!!"
His voice cracked halfway through.
Fear had entered it now.
Real fear. 👁️
He lunged for the fallen gun.
Too slow.
Barfi kicked it away instantly.
The weapon skidded across the floor 🔫
The stepbrother cursed violently and pulled another gun from inside his jacket.
BANG 💥
BANG 💥
BANG 💥
Wild shots.
Desperate shots.
Barfi slid across a table just as bullets ripped through the wood where his chest had been a second earlier 🪵💢
A plate exploded near his head.
Smoke filled the room.
The café lights flickered violently ⚡
Barfi moved fast.
Too fast.
He grabbed Guy's fallen gun.
Raised it.
Aimed calmly.
The stepbrother froze.
"You ruined everything," he spat hatefully.
"You always thought you were BETTER than me!"
Barfi looked directly into his eyes.
Professor K's voice spoke through clenched teeth.
"I acted like your father."
Silence.
One heartbeat. ❤️
Then—
BANG 💥
The bullet struck the stepbrother's head.
His body fell backward.
Hard.
Still.
Silent forever. ☠️
⭐ Aftermath 🌫️☕
The café was destroyed.
Smoke drifted through broken lights.
Glass crunched beneath Barfi's shoes.
The strength left his body all at once.
Professor K's presence weakened.
Faded.
Like smoke disappearing into dawn 🌫️
"Thank you…" the voice whispered softly inside him.
Barfi collapsed to his knees.
Breathing hard.
Blood on his shirt.
Hands shaking now for the first time.
Alive.
Outside—
🚨 Sirens screamed through the night.
Doors slammed open.
Voices shouted.
But Barfi barely heard them.
He only stared at the ruined café.
The blood.
The broken tables.
The silence where hatred used to stand.
Justice wasn't clean.
Tonight proved that.
But something else had happened too.
The dead were finally heard. 👁️
⭐ Running From the Scene 🚗🌑
Barfi staggered back to his feet.
Smoke burned his lungs.
Blood stained his collar.
His ears rang with silence louder than gunfire.
He didn't look back.
Didn't think.
Didn't speak.
He grabbed the car keys from behind the counter.
Opened the café door.
And drove into the night. 🚗💨
Tires screamed against the wet road.
The café disappeared behind him.
⭐ Too Late 🚨
Minutes later—
Police sirens arrived.
Hawk and Walter rushed inside.
Then froze completely.
Guy lay motionless.
The stepbrother lay still beside shattered glass.
Blood everywhere.
Walter whispered weakly:
"…Oh hell…" 😨
Hawk scanned the room instantly.
"Where's Barfi?"
No answer.
Walter suddenly ran behind the counter.
He ripped open the hidden basement door and unlocked it.
The girl stumbled out shaking violently. 😭
"He… he saved me," she cried.
"And then… something took over him…"
Hawk closed his eyes briefly.
Then opened them again with terrible understanding.
"…Professor K didn't leave," Hawk whispered.
Walter's face drained completely.
"You think—"
"He's inside Barfi," Hawk said grimly.
"And he's going to his wife."
Silence crashed into the room.
Walter whispered:
"…No."
Hawk clenched his jaw hard.
"We can defend THIS," he said, pointing at the bodies.
"Self-defense. Two armed attackers."
He paused.
"But if he kills her…"
He didn't finish.
Walter did.
"…Barfi becomes a murderer."
Hawk nodded slowly.
"And no court in the world believes in ghosts." 👁️
⭐ The Race Against One Choice 🚔💨
Hawk grabbed his phone immediately.
"Barfi. Pick up."
No answer.
Again.
Nothing.
Hawk sprinted outside.
Barfi's car was already gone.
Miles ahead.
Hawk jumped into his own vehicle and slammed the accelerator 🚗💥
"Hold on, kid…" he muttered.
The speedometer climbed.
Streetlights blurred past like falling stars 🌃
Sirens screamed through the city. 🚨
⭐ At The House 🏠🌑
Barfi's car screeched to a stop outside the silent home.
Lights off.
Curtains drawn.
Everything felt familiar.
And wrong.
He stepped inside slowly.
The floor creaked beneath his shoes.
The house smelled like old memories.
And betrayal.
He walked toward the bedroom.
Professor K's wife slept peacefully 😴
Unaware.
Unprotected.
Barfi's hand slowly lifted the gun. 🔫
It trembled.
Not from fear.
From resistance.
Inside his own mind—
Barfi whispered desperately:
"Stop."
Professor K's cold voice answered back:
"She chose him."
The gun touched the woman's temple.
Her breathing stayed soft.
Steady.
Alive.
Hawk's phone rang again. 📱
LOUD.
INSISTENT.
Barfi's finger tightened on the trigger.
Outside—
🚔 A police car roared closer at full speed.
Sirens screaming through the night.
Time shattered into seconds. ⏳
One decision left.
One line left uncrossed.
And Barfi—
trapped between justice ⚖️
and murder ☠️
had to decide…
who he truly was. 🌑