[Scene: Reaper's Apartment – Morning, 8:10 AM]
(Reaper rushes into his apartment, tie still loosely hanging from his neck, face tense. Lagoon shuts the door behind him, glancing at the ticking clock.)
Lagoon (impatient)
"Time's ticking, Reaper. Every second we waste—"
(Reaper doesn't respond. He strides straight to the old cabinet in the corner, swings it open, and drags out a weathered suitcase. Dust fills the sunlight cutting through the blinds.)
(Inside: a black long coat bearing the golden BD insignia — and beneath it, a scythe wrapped in old cloth, edges dulled but still radiating menace.)
Reaper (removing the dust, voice low)
"Didn't think I'd need this again…"
(He puts on the coat — the fabric heavy with memories. The scythe fits into his grip like it never left.)
Reaper (sharp tone)
"Who did this?"
Lagoon (serious)
"Bulls. Same rats from back then… only bolder now."
(Reaper's eyes narrow. He swings the scythe onto his back, grabs his helmet from the rack.)
Reaper (to Lagoon)
"Did you call him?"
Lagoon (with a smirk)
"Him? Yeah. The White Dragon's already on the move."
Reaper (voice like steel)
"Good. Then this ends fast."
(They push out of the apartment. The morning sun glares off the golden BD emblem as their bikes roar to life.)
VVVRRROOOOOOMMMM!!
(The clock reads 8:15 AM as they vanish down the road — the school bell only minutes away from ringing…)
[Scene: A Narrow Street – Morning, 8:30 AM]
(The sound of two bikes screeches to a halt. Reaper and Lagoon dismount, the morning breeze carrying faint dust along the alley. As their boots touch the ground—)
WHOOSH!
(Five figures lunge from the shadows, swinging pipes and chains.)
Lagoon (instantly dives behind his bike)
"Ah hell no, I'm not built for this first wave stuff!"
(Reaper steps forward, knuckles cracking. His first punch smashes into a thug's jaw—CRACK!—just as a sharp kick slams into another attacker's face from the side.)
(Reaper turns slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips.)
Reaper
"Finally. Took you long enough. How's life, White Dragon?"
(The man in the black coat with the golden dragon emblem adjusts his gloves, his expression cold.)
White Dragon
"Call me by my real name—Vaibhav. I prefer that, Reaper."
(The two of them move in sync — Reaper's scythe handle sweeps a man's legs out while Vaibhav's elbow crashes into another's ribs. Two more go down with synchronized punches. One tries to crawl away—THUD!—a final kick sends him unconscious.)
(Five bodies on the pavement. Silence.)
Reaper (calling out)
"Lagoon, you can come out now."
(Lagoon peeks from behind the bike, adjusting his collar like nothing happened. Suddenly Vaibhav's hand clamps around Lagoon's neck, lifting him slightly.)
Vaibhav (dryly)
"Still weak as seventeen years ago, Lagoon."
(Lagoon grins despite the choke.)
Lagoon
"Weak? If I start fighting, the whole street will collapse, and you know it!"
(Reaper swings his scythe over his shoulder, impatience flashing in his eyes.)
Reaper
"Enough. We're wasting time. Sanjana's waiting."
Vaibhav (lets go, smirks)
"Then let's move."
(All three mount their bikes. The engines roar once again—this time, the real hunt begins.)