All the usual stories you read are about a person being recruited by some cool guy, into a band of warriors or stuff like that. He starts off weak but eventually becomes the strongest of them all. Well, my friend, this is not one of those stories. It's about friendship, love, trust and betrayal. But before we dive any further, I must explain to you, how my world works.

Now before I do that, let me ask you something?

Do you believe in GOD?

Well, I am sure most of you do. So if GOD exists, don’t you think demons exist too?

And I am sure that some of you have already experienced some paranormal or supernatural activity around you. Like when you are sitting alone but you get the feeling that someone is watching you. Or like you are minding your own business and suddenly for no reason you feel a shiver down your spine. Now you might think that’s pretty normal stuff and happens to a lot of people. But my dear friend, nothing ever happens without a reason. And by the end of this story, you will understand why?

Now that I have explained the basics of my world, let me tell you about myself and how I almost destroyed the whole world.

My name is Roy. But I am usually called GhostBuster Roy. That is a name that I have made for myself. Ever since I was a kid, the supernatural has always appealed to me. It was like I could almost feel them. They were everywhere. Usually concentrated in public places, most of them are so powerless that even their existence in the afterlife has started to fade. But once in a while, I used to stumble across a mediocre one. But that was all. The mediocre ones were powerful enough to knock a glass from the edge of a table or blow a cold wind through your body. But one thing that was clear to me, was their emotions. If one gave a cold aura, then it was sad. If it gave a warm aura then they were happy. So far the only time I have seen a golden aura, was when my grandpa had passed away.

Something about the supernatural fascinated me. Not that I understood it, but it always appealed to me. That’s why every time I found an opportunity, I used to go after it. Haunted houses, palaces, and abandoned factories, were like my go-to place. There wasn't a single haunted or rumored place in Kolkata that I didn’t check. Usually, most of them gave off a weak presence.

Then one day while I was driving near Park Street Cemetery, a strong wave hit me. I lost my balance and fell off my bicycle. My legs got scratched and blood oozed out.  But my mind was focused on one thing. Whatever it was inside the cemetery, was emitting a radiance I had never felt before. It was not warm, it was burning hot. It was pure hate. Hatred so strong that even other people over there could feel it. They looked uneasy and started going far from there.

But unlike them, I did the opposite thing. I called my best friend and my ghostbusting partner, Reyna, and asked her to meet me inside the cemetery in 10 minutes…