CHAPTER- 4: PSYCHO

Rehan watched them go, standing tall by the doorway. “Goodbye,” he said softly, and closed the door behind them. Then his gaze returned to Shara.

Rehan stood by the doorway, his gaze fixed on Shara. It was different this time—no playful ease, no subtle teasing like he’d shown with the children. This was sharp, measured, and investigative. Every line of his face carried seriousness, a weight that made even the shadows of the room seem heavier.

Shara froze, her eyes locked on his. For the first time, she saw the depth behind his calm demeanor—the awareness, the calculation. There was no trace of amusement, no leniency. Just the piercing look of someone who knew more than they should, someone who held the truth quietly, waiting for her next move.

A shiver ran down her spine. Fear mingled with anticipation. She wasn’t sure what he would do, what he expected her to do, or how far he was willing to go. And yet, she couldn’t look away.

For a few suspended moments, they simply stared at each other, a tense understanding settling between them. Two minds, two wills, both aware of the unspoken stakes. And in that silence, Shara realized—nothing about this encounter would be ordinary.

Chapter - 4: PSYCHO

Rehan walked forward and stopped right in front of Shara. For a moment, he simply stood there, studying her face. Then, almost absentmindedly, he placed his hand on head.

“Ah… I forgot.”

He stepped back, turned, and opened the door again. Cold morning air slipped inside as he walked out, his footsteps calm, unhurried. From his car, he retrieved a thin folder of papers. Nothing dramatic. Nothing rushed.

When he returned, he closed the door behind him with deliberate care.

His eyes drifted toward the chair lying near the wall—the same chair. He picked it up, dragged it across the floor, and placed it directly in front of Shara. Turning it around, he sat down, positioning the chair so close that its back brushed against her knees.

Shara stiffened.

Fear was there—quiet, restrained—but she remained still. Somewhere deep inside, she already knew it.

She couldn’t do anything.

Rehan leaned forward slightly and reached for the cloth gag over her mouth. With two fingers, he loosened it and pulled it down gently. The fabric slid across her chin and rested against her throat.

Shara inhaled sharply, air flooding her lungs as if she had been holding her breath for hours.

Their eyes met.

Rehan’s gaze was steady, unreadable.

Shara’s wasn’t. There was fear in it—controlled, but undeniable. A single question echoed behind her eyes: What is he going to do now?

Rehan lifted the papers in his hand and angled them so she could see.

Though her hands were bound, her eyes followed every movement. “What… what is that?” she asked quietly.

Rehan leaned back into the chair, settling in as if this were a casual conversation over coffee.

“You have two options,” he said calmly. Then, after a pause, he added, “Well… if you look at it properly—only one.”

Shara swallowed. “What options?”

Rehan’s tone remained casual, almost polite.

“I can have you arrested. You’ll serve time for your crimes. And yes—one more thing. Kidnapping children?” His lips curved faintly. “UNI won’t let that go. Ever.”

He tilted his head slightly.

“So, the second option… is better.”

Shara hesitated. “What is the second option?”

This time, Rehan leaned forward.

Not aggressively. Not threateningly. Just enough.

Enough to close the distance. Enough to make his presence unavoidable.

His voice dropped. “Become my servant.”

Shara’s breath caught. “What?”

Rehan leaned back again, crossing one leg over the other, completely at ease.

“It’s written in those papers. If you sign them, you officially become my servant. You follow my orders. Simple.”

His eyes flicked to her bound wrists, then back to her face.

“Otherwise—your image is destroyed. Your job is gone. Prison follows. Between the two… I’d say the second option is smarter.”

Shara’s voice trembled. “I want time.”

Rehan let out a soft, humorless sound.

“Time?” He shook his head slightly. “You think you’re smart because UNI hasn’t arrested you yet?”

He leaned forward just enough to let his words sink in.

“Let me make something clear. Canada’s eastern region falls under UNI’s authority. That’s why we’re here. Otherwise, catching you wouldn’t have been difficult at all.”

Shara stared at him.

“I’m not here because you’re some mastermind,” Rehan continued. “I’m here because the judician was under pressure. Children were vanishing. They needed results. So they requested me.”

He paused.

“That’s it.”

Her voice was barely audible now. “Then… how did you know it was me?”

Rehan smiled faintly.

“Simple. I placed a chip on you.”

Her eyes widened. “A… chip?”

“The first day we met,” he said casually, “I told you there was an insect on your shoulder. That wasn’t an insect. That was an excuse.”

His gaze never left hers.

“I fitted the chip. I saw everything you did. I heard everything you said.”

Shara’s lips parted. “If you already knew… then why explain all this?”

Rehan’s smile faded.

“Because knowing doesn’t change anything,” he said quietly. “You can’t do a thing. And I want you to understand one thing very clearly.”

His voice hardened.

“You are nothing.”

He straightened.

“And that voice you heard—darling… right, darling—that was me. It played everywhere because it came from alarm clocks. I planted them with cameras on every child under your care.”

Her face drained of color. “Where did you get all this?”

“Cape Spear.”

She frowned. “Cape Spear?”

“The day I arrived, I went there. UNI has a lab there. Everything came from that lab.”

Silence stretched between them.

Finally, Shara whispered, “If I sign… there won’t be any charges? No custody?”

“No,” Rehan replied calmly. “I’ll prove you not guilty.”

Her shoulders sagged. “Then… untie my hands. I’ll sign.”

Rehan nodded. “Alright.”

As he loosened the restraints, he spoke again, almost casually.

“One question though.”

She looked up.

“Why the children?”

Her voice was low. “I wanted to fulfill something. I couldn’t do it with adults. I was… obsessed.”

Rehan exhaled slowly.

“So it was a desire.”

She didn’t answer.

Rehan removed the remaining cloth, placed the papers and a pen into her hands. Shara signed.

Rehan watched, expression unreadable.

When she finished, he took the papers back and stood.

“Now,” he said quietly, “you are my servant.”

Headquarters of UNI, London.

Rehan’s phone vibrated.

Inner thought: “Pick up, damn it… why isn’t he picking up… the hell, she’s coming, pick it up!”

Jimmy’s voice came through, urgent. “She’s on her way, Rehan! Get ready!”

Rehan smirked faintly. “Finally… it’s happening.”

8:00 A.M. – School

Rehan and his team were at school, everyone busy with their tasks.

A black car drove straight into the school courtyard and stopped right in front of the main gate.

From the rooftop, Rehan watched as the car arrived. Albert, on the ground, also kept his eyes on it.

The door opened. A girl stepped out—black skirt, black socks, black top. Her hair was short and brown, around 27 years old. She walked forward confidently.

Rehan, slightly shocked, whispered, “Shaziya…”

He quickly regained his composure and muttered under his breath, “How… How she can! Bastard Jimmy!”

Shaziya noticed him on the rooftop and casually said, “Hey, darling.”

Rehan’s jaw tightened. “Today, I’m done with you, bastards.”

A little later…

“Ma’am, as you asked, here are all the personnel working under Mister Rehan,” Jhonson said.

Jhonson, 26, junior officer, specialty: fighting.

Shazi blinked. “Jhonson? You’re here?”

“Well, I was sent here to guide Mam Shaziya on this mission, that’s why I’m here,” Jhonson replied.

Shazi asked, “Oh… well, who are you?”

Shaziya: “I am Shaziya, the top officer.”

Shazi: “What I… I mean sorry, Mam.”

Shaziya: “It’s okay.”

Jhonson: “Now I introduce her to you all. She is Shaziya. She is a top officer, and her crime-solving rate is 94%. She is a top officer because she wants to organize teams. Otherwise, she could also become a judician if she chooses.”

From the rooftop, Rehan called out, “Are you Albert’s brother or what?”

Jhonson: “No, why?”

Rehan: “Then why do you repeat her name and rank?”

Shaziya: “why are you up there? Come down, darling. I won’t do anything to you, trust me.”

Rehan: “Why should I trust you at all?”

Inner thought – Zaya: Why is she calling him ‘darling’ and why is he acting like that?

Rick: “Mam, you know him?”

Shaziya: “Yes, I know him very well, right darling?”

Rehan: “How did you even come here? Jimmy didn’t say anything.”

Shaziya: “No, he tried to interfere, but I explained to him that it would be better if I came.”

Rehan: “So you threatened my people?”

Shaziya: “Yes.”

Rehan: “I’ll file a case against you for that.”

Shaziya smirked, “Leave the case… and start with a kiss .”

Rehan: “Ugh, I’m not putting my mouth on you… anyway, tell me, why did you come on this mission?”

Shaziya: “Because I was free, so I thought I’d come to you. And I came.”

Rehan: “You used your authority to come here.”

Shaziya: “Yes, darling.”

Rehan: “Stop calling me ‘darling’ first.”

Shaziya: “I will, but first come down.”

Rehan: “I’m not coming.”

Shaziya: “Fine, then I’ll come up.”

Rehan: “Wait… I’m coming!”

Inner thought – Albert: I had no idea… someone could tease him like this, and officers like her exist in UNI…

Rehan was heading down.

Shaziya called out, teasing, “So… you came, baby?”

Rehan groaned, “Ugh… now I’m down here too, stop it already.”

Shaziya laughed, “I said ‘darling,’ not ‘baby.’”

“I’m going back up,” Rehan said, starting to turn.

“Hey! Wait! Wait! Wait!” Shaziya exclaimed.

She caught his arm, holding it gently, and with a laughing apology said, “Sorry!”

Shazi interjected, curious, “Mam… you’re a top officer… I mean… doesn’t it bother you being called like this?”

Shaziya smiled, “Actually, he’s a head officer because he loves the ground work—practically going out and solving cases. And I’m a top officer because I like the position. But that doesn’t mean our ranks require us to call each other ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am,’ since both of us are among the top 10 officers of UNI. So no matter our positions, our authority is equal, right darling?”

Rehan shook his head. “I’m going back.”

“No! No! No… sorry, sorry!” Shaziya said, laughing, holding onto him.

The bell rang.

Shaziya turned around.

Rehan muttered, “The bell rang. I need to go now—damn it.”

Shaziya called out, “Hey, wait. I’m coming too.”

“No, I’m going alone,” Rehan replied.

“But where?” Shaziya asked.

“It’s urgent. I’m leaving now… hey, give me the keys—the Tesla kid,” Rehan snapped.

“Tesla kid?” Shaziya frowned.

Rick explained, “He means Albert.”

Shaziya blinked. “Albert?”

“Yes… Albert,” Rick confirmed.

“Oh,” she said softly.

“Come on, hurry up!” Rehan said impatiently.

“One minute, sir… got it,” Albert said.

Albert tossed the keys. Rehan caught them and dashed toward the parking lot.

“Albert,” Shaziya called.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Why did he call you the Tesla kid?”

“Because my father’s name is Tesla,” Albert replied.

“Oh… but didn’t it bother you?” Shaziya asked.

“No,” Albert said honestly. “I actually liked it.”

“You liked it?” Shaziya asked, a little surprised.

Zaya chimed in, “Actually, ma’am, sir usually calls him Einstein’s kid by mistake. Today, at least, he got it right.”

Shaziya sighed. “Huh… he’ll never change.”

Rehan was already driving out of the parking lot.

“There he goes,” Shaziya murmured. “So… what were you all doing here?”

Zaya explained, “Ma’am, last night, seven bodies were found on the rooftop. We were checking that. Then today, when we came back at 6:00 a.m., by 7:00 we found another body. But there’s nothing on the cameras, and there are no blood traces in the school. We can’t figure out how the body was taken away directly from the school without leaving a single mark.”

8:45 a.m.

Rehan was driving. Shara sat beside him in the car.

Rehan spoke calmly, “So… you didn’t go to school today?”

“No,” Shara replied. “How could I? If those children came together—the ones I was involved with—what would I have done?”

Rehan let out a low sound. “Hmm.”

Shara hesitated, then asked, “Tell me something. You said there would be no allegations, no custody. How is that possible? Those children have seen me. They know it was me.”

Rehan kept his eyes on the road. “No one actually knows what kind of case this is. In some places, children are vanishing. In other places, adults are dying. I’ll prove that it wasn’t you. The children can say it was you, but my words will be heard over theirs. A child’s testimony doesn’t hold much weight. And I’m one of UNI’s top officers—my statement carries more importance. Once that’s done, this case won’t be reopened without my permission.”

Shara thought for a moment. “If you have this much authority… then someone else must have it too. I mean, other top UNI officers.”

Rehan replied casually, without any fear, “Yes. There are two officers who even have higher crime‑solving rates than mine. One has ninety‑eight percent, the other ninety‑nine. Their authority is considered stronger than mine. But they won’t interfere. They have their own work.”

Shara looked at him. “What’s your crime‑solving rate?”

“Ninety‑seven percent,” Rehan answered.

“Ninety‑seven… so there’s only a one or two percent difference between you and them.”

“Yes.”

Shara nodded slowly. “All of this is fine. But why did you bring me with you?”

Rehan took a breath. “Because I need to tell you something. I didn’t catch you earlier, even though I knew it was you, because I was investigating something else. And I realized there’s a dual layer case running here.”

“A dual layer?” Shara asked.

“On the surface,” Rehan said, “it looks like children are vanishing—that was your case. But beneath that, there’s another layer. Under your case, another case is operating. People think only children are disappearing, so the second case stays hidden. Entire families are being killed, and no one knows who’s doing it. That’s why the bodies are being placed in the school—so it looks like you did it.”

Shara’s eyes widened. “What?”

“It sounds strange,” Rehan continued, “but that’s the truth. And whoever is doing this knows that you’re the culprit behind the vanishing cases.”

“But how does that person know?” Shara asked.

“I don’t know that yet,” Rehan admitted. “One more thing—whoever is behind this is also a mastermind. I’ve been observing carefully. In the last few days, nearly twenty people have died. That’s why I wasn’t deeply involved in your case. I was studying the second layer.”

“Nearly twenty…” Shara whispered. “How did no one find out?”

“Because,” Rehan said quietly, “he’s turned this entire place into his domain.”

“Domain?” Shara repeated.

“Yes,” Rehan said. “This entire place—Huntsville—is his domain now. His blood domain.”

11:50 am

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12:10 P.M.

Rehan’s car passed beneath the bridge.

On the right side, stacked containers—red on top, blue below—formed a narrow corridor of steel.

THAAD.

The sound hit before the thought did.

Rehan glanced back instantly.

A man stood behind the car, hammer clenched in his hand, the metal still vibrating from the impact.

The door opened. Rehan stepped out.

Their eyes met.

The man raised the hammer and charged.

Rehan moved forward instead of back.

In one smooth motion, he caught the man’s arm mid-air, twisted his body, and dragged him backward step by step. The resistance came—panic, struggle, a desperate plea—but Rehan didn’t slow.

A sharp strike.

The grip loosened.

The hammer changed hands.

One clean, decisive blow ended the resistance.

From the other side of the bridge, figures emerged—guns raised.

Gunfire erupted.

Rehan shoved the body forward as cover and advanced without hesitation, reaching the containers. The moment he disappeared behind steel, the firing intensified.

Then they realized.

That wasn’t Rehan.

A single shot answered them.

One man dropped.

Rehan stepped out from cover, pistol already firing. He moved left, never stopping, bullets cutting clean paths. One attacker rushed him head-on—Rehan ended it instantly.

Another followed. Then another.

The pistol clicked dry.

Rehan didn’t pause.

He took a fallen weapon and continued forward.

“Just attack him!” someone shouted.

Rehan fired once.

Then twice.

Silence began to spread.

An axe swung toward him—Rehan intercepted it, took it, and closed the distance. Steel moved with purpose. Bodies fell where they stood.

He didn’t rush.

He didn’t hesitate.

He walked.

A knife appeared in his hand. One attacker lunged—Rehan struck, released, struck again, then moved on, already focused on the next threat.

Another came. Then another.

Each engagement was brief. Efficient. Emotionless.

Hands. Steel. Bone. Motion.

Nothing wasted.

On the school rooftop—

Shaziya spoke quietly to Albert.

“Rehan’s code name is Psycho.

Not because he’s reckless.

But because when he fights… he doesn’t fight like a man.”

She paused.

“He fights without emotion. That’s why officers joke about the name. But the truth is—Psycho defines him.”

Back under the bridge—

Rehan walked through the aftermath alone.

No urgency. No adrenaline. Just silence.

He didn’t look back.

“Tick… toc… tick… toc…

Now you are stop.”

He kept walking.

— — — — TO BE CONTINUED — — — —

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NOW YOU ARE STOP 

CHAPTER - 5: UNKNOWN

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Note: the chapter 5 UNKNOWN, will release after 2 days due to the another that I am doing. Which is another story that I have to write.

This another story is in progress and after the end of Investigator I will upload it.