Then he heard, cracking sound of the dry leaves. Someone was coming. He could understand that person is not so far. He turned and looked in the direction of the sound. A person, blinded by the dark! He couldn't see the face, but two yellow orbs of fire. Behind him, black smoke transformed into some shape that was moving as if it was his shadow. "Who is it?" He asked. There was no reply. He came closer to Arun and kneeled before him. A flash of lightning struck heavily in the sky. Arun saw the man in front of him in the blue light. His face became blunt. "You never expected to meet me again, right?" The voice felt like it was coming from a cave, disrupted but majestic. "When you killed me, you never thought I will come back, did you?" What the fuck are you saying? "No, I haven't killed you. You are very much alive." Arun's voice was dead inside his throat. "Shouldn't I be the person to avenge my death?" A hard, rustic voice asked crittering like a thousand moths. Arun was wondering where this was going. Why is someone alive talking to me like this? I haven't killed anyone. He wanted to scream his innocence but as if someone has tied up, his voice was frozen. His tongue was cold and stoned. "Revenge is divine and I am the angel who came to carry out the task of revenge. The unborn angel." The man in front of Arun laughed like thunder but he felt the voice is coming from behind, from the shadow.