ARC 2
[Scene: Staff Room – 7:40 AM]
(The staff room is unusually quiet. The clock ticks gently. Only Ms. Nandini is sitting by the window, sipping her tea and reading papers. The door slides open — not in a rush, but calmly. Enter Mr. Sato, perfectly on time, his tie straight for once.)
Nandini (raising an eyebrow without looking up)
"Well, well… the sun rises from the west today?"
Mr. Sato (placing his bag down with a grin)
"Surprised? I thought I'd give the world a miracle this morning."
Nandini (smirks, flipping a page)
"A miracle would be you staying consistent for more than one day. What's next? You grading papers on time too?"
Mr. Sato (sits, leans back)
"One miracle at a time, Nandini-san. First, punctuality. Next… probably world peace."
(He takes a sip of his coffee, looking unusually composed. The silence lingers — a rare calm before the storm.)
[Scene: Corridor – 7:50 AM]
(Students start trickling in, whispering as they pass the staff room. Some notice Mr. Sato sitting there already — on time — and their jaws drop.)
Student 1 (whispering)
"Did Sensei… get cloned or something?"
Student 2
"Or maybe aliens replaced him…"
(The school bell rings at 8:00 sharp. Mr. Sato stands, cracks his neck lightly, and walks to class — calm, collected, no rush for once.)
[Scene: School Gate – 7:55 AM]
(A cold morning breeze rustles the trees. A man stands beside a matte-black bike — his long black coat flowing slightly. On its back: a golden emblem — "BD" intertwined with a fierce dragon. His eyes scan the school, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.)
??? (muttering to himself)
"So… this is where you ended up. From the battlefield to a blackboard… Reaper, you really became what you always claimed you would."
(He flicks his cigarette away and starts walking toward the school building, boots echoing on the pavement.)
[Scene: Staff Room – 8:00 AM]
(The door swings open — without knocking. Teachers glance up, brows furrowing at the audacity. Mr. Sato, sitting with his coffee, freezes for a moment, then his eyes widen.)
Mr. Sato (standing abruptly)
"Wait a second… Lagoon?!"
(Before anyone could react, he strides across the room and embraces the man. Gasps ripple among the staff.)
Teacher 1 (whispering)
"Did… did a random man just walk in and get hugged by him?"
Teacher 2
"Who is this guy? And why does he look like trouble?"
(Lagoon, with an unbothered face, pulls back from the hug.)
Lagoon (low, urgent tone)
"Reaper… you have to come out. Now. It's an emergency."
Mr. Sato (half-smiling)
"Huh? You show up after all these years… and it's not to drink tea with me, but to drop a bomb? Typical, Lagoon."
Lagoon (firmly)
"This isn't a joke. Sanjana… she's been kidnapped."
(Mr. Sato's expression hardens instantly — the playful smirk gone. His jaw clenches. Without another word, he grabs his coat and strides out, leaving his coffee steaming.)
[Scene: Parking Lot – Moments Later]
(Mr. Sato rushes to his bike, hands trembling slightly as he turns the key. Teachers and Nandini appear at the window, stunned.)
Teacher 3
"He didn't even… say a word? No permission, nothing!"
Nandini (narrowing eyes)
"That man… Lagoon, was it? And Sato hugged him like an old war brother… what on earth is going on?"
(The bike roars to life — a deep growl that shakes the quiet morning. Without looking back, Mr. Sato speeds off, leaving a trail of dust and unanswered questions.)
Flashback: 17 Years Ago
[Scene: An alley – day time]
(Five men surround a trembling teenage girl — Sanjana, clutching. Their shadows stretch across the pavement.)
Man 1 (grinning)
"Where are you running, sweetheart? Nobody's gonna help you here."
Man 2 (placing a hand on her shoulder)
"Relax… we just wanna talk."
(Sanjana's eyes fill with tears, lips trembling. Suddenly—)
BAMM!!
(A foot smashes into Man 2's face, sending him crashing against the wall. The alley echoes with the impact. Standing before them now — a young Reaper, eyes burning with fury.)
Man 1 (shouting, wiping blood)
"HEY! What's your problem?! Who is she to you?!"
Reaper (voice like a blade)
"Who is she? SHE IS MY SISTER, YOU BASTARD!"
(Before the man can react, a punch rockets into his jaw — teeth scatter on the pavement.)
??? (stepping from the shadows, calm but cold)
"Not yours… ours sister."
(From behind, Lagoon appears twirling a wooden stick like a staff.)
Lagoon (casually to Sanjana)
"Hey… you alright, Sanjana?"
Sanjana (a bit shaken)
"Y-Yes… but stop them, Lagoon! They'll kill those men!"
Lagoon (raising an eyebrow)
"Stop them? Me? I can barely protect myself, and you want me to stand between those two monsters?"
(Reaper and the mysterious third founder exchange a glance — then launch forward. The alley erupts into chaos: fists cracking ribs, knees driving into stomachs, the stick sweeping legs out. Screams echo as one thug is slammed against the dumpster, another thrown into a puddle with a spine-jarring thud.)
(After several brutal seconds, the gang lies scattered, groaning in pain. Reaper, panting, wipes blood from his knuckles and kneels to Sanjana.)
Reaper (gasping)
"You okay…?"
Sanjana (nodding, voice soft)
"Y-Yes… I'm okay now."
(The three boys stand side by side, the rain soaking their clothes, their eyes burning with a shared resolve — this is the night the Black Dragons were born.)
[Flashback Ends – Present Day]
(Reaper and Lagoon blaze down the highway, bikes side by side, engines screaming over 100 km/h. The city lights streak past as Reaper's face hardens — the playful teacher now long gone, replaced by the ghost of the streets.)