PROLOGUE

No matter how much we deny the presence of evil, it's always there among us. No matter where we go, where we hide, what goes around comes around. Our past can never be forgotten, no matter how much we try. The world of dead do exist, believe it, endure it. They have a world of their own, where they suffer for their misdeeds and incomplete dreams. They cry over there, the only difference is we cannot see them or hear them or feel them.

This is the story where a small greed will turn into so much of a hiatus that it threatened our own reality, our very existence is challenged, and a group of people must form the Avengers and protect us. The battle of the living and dead, heaven and hell, right and wrong, past and future, the battle for everyone, buckle yourself, because you need it.

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In the 1980s there lived a man Gopala of Mahabaleshwar whose voice echoed everywhere whenever he was in a concert or in radio. With his melodious voice, he was able to win everyone's attention, which made him rise to his fame...and even earn the respect of the prime minister of India. He didn't take long to start his own business empire along with his singing talent. He had 3 wives and 4 children, 2 sons and 2 daughters. He became a millionaire in no time and had a huge property within his control

The year 1988, 13th August, Friday

When Gopala was on the meeting in town council regarding his will and to decide the share of his property among his children, he mysteriously disappeared, letting his wealth be distributed among his 2 sons Sanjay and Uday, who didn't give their sisters and mother even a penny. Unable to withstand their harsh treatment, Gopala's wives and the 2 daughters burned themselves alive, leaving the entire dynasty in the hands of 2 brothers.

Incapable of withstanding their son's harsh treatment and Gopala's absence, their mother slit her wrists with a blade. Unmoved by the loss of their mother and sisters, the brothers changed their names, married and went away from Mahabaleshwar forever.

The fate of Gopala remained unknown, and after the splitting of family, unfortunate events began to happen in the village of Mahabaleshwar. There was a disturbing crying to be heard from Gopala's mansion every-night at 3:00 Am, the trees surrounding the mansion died, and in every 14 days, the house started to glow Blue on its own.

The village elders always gathered in front of their sacred temple, and pray the God to send a Savior to take them out of their misery.