Narration Panel:

  Raigarh, the city of lights, glimmering like a diamond soaked in gasoline. To the world, it's a paradise. But to those who know it well... it's a labyrinth of greed, vanity, and blood.

  *[Panel: High-rise skyline glowing at night, with silhouettes of rich parties on rooftops. Down below: broken roads, dark alleys, eyes watching.]

  Narration Panel:

  In Raigarh, everyone smiles. Even the corpses.

  [Panel: A glamorous news broadcast showing glamorous models, political handshakes, red carpet events.]

  Narration Panel:

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  Behind the curtains of glamour lies a city addicted to vice. The rich hide skeletons beneath their designer rugs. The poor disappear, and no one blinks.

  [Panel: Police dragging a protester. A mansion with hidden CCTV cameras. A hand holding cash over a bloodied file.]

  Narration Panel:

  Raigarh's heart doesn't beat—it ticks, like a bomb waiting to go off.

  [Panel: In a luxurious club, a famous influencer snorts something off a mirror. In another panel, a news ticker quietly scrolls: "4 More Children Missing in Sector 13." No one notices.]

  Narration Panel:

  And somewhere in this diseased paradise... a man watches. With a grin.

  [Panel: Black-gloved hand stroking a cracked porcelain mask with a carved smile. The room is dimly lit. Multiple screens show influential people—politicians, actors, tycoons.]

  Smiling Man (off-panel, voice-over):

  "Let's play."