Chapter 59: The Game Begins
Krishna leaned back slightly and thought,
From tomorrow onwards… I'll show that old lady what a game of twisted minds really looks like.
He picked up Little Coco and sat her on his lap.
"Today's dose was enough," he said calmly. "From tomorrow… we start properly."
Coco nodded seriously.
"Okay, Daddy."
Krishna looked at her.
"Do you have any ideas?"
Coco thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up.
"Daddy… you start cooking."
Krishna blinked.
"Cooking?"
"Yes. Every day, without the servants knowing, you cook something and give it to the old lady. She will get confused."
She got more excited while explaining.
"Then when she asks, we can say any servant gave it. She'll feel confused… and scared."
Coco smiled proudly.
"How is my plan, Daddy?"
Krishna chuckled.
"It's a good plan… but there's a problem."
Coco tilted her head.
"What problem?"
"This house has too many servants. We can't cook without being seen."
He continued calmly,
"And if no servant supports us, someone will question it."
"How did that paralyzed person cook?"
He shook his head.
"Without support, this plan will backfire."
Coco nodded slowly.
"Then we make one servant help us?"
Krishna smiled slightly.
"Maybe. But until then… we need another plan."
Coco looked at him curiously.
"Then what's your plan, Daddy?"
Krishna's eyes turned sharp.
"When that old lady is alone…"
"I'll walk in front of her."
Coco blinked.
"Just walking will scare her?"
Krishna smirked.
"She believes I can't walk."
"If I walk… again and again…"
"She will start doubting her own mind."
Coco's eyes widened.
"And if only she sees it…"
Krishna nodded.
"Everyone else will think she's going insane."
Coco frowned slightly.
"But Daddy… your room and her room are far."
"If someone sees you walking…"
"You won't have time to return to the wheelchair."
She looked at him seriously.
"Can you move that fast?"
Krishna smiled.
"Good question."
Coco leaned forward.
"So… what's your plan?"
Krishna simply said,
"Wait and see."
—
The entire day passed with both of them planning.
Carefully.
Quietly.
Step by step.
A psychological game had already begun.
—
But far away from that house…
In a dark room—
A phone rang.
A man with a scarred face picked it up.
"I am Scarface."
His voice was cold.
"Who do you want me to kill?"
From the other side, a voice replied,
"A specific target."
"Location?"
"Given."
"Power level?"
"…None."
Scarface paused.
"No power?"
"He has no power. But the place is highly secured."
"You have five days."
Scarface took a drag from his cigarette.
Smoke filled the room.
"Fine."
"I'll do it."
He cut the call.
—
Scarface stood up.
In the corner of the room…
A small girl, barely three or four years old, was playing quietly.
When she saw his face—
She flinched in fear.
Scarface stopped for a second.
Something in his eyes softened.
He walked toward her and placed food in front of her.
"I'll go out and come back," he said gently.
His voice was completely different from before.
The girl stayed silent… but nodded slowly.
Scarface turned and walked out.
His target had been decided.
And the hunt had begun.