Something Wrong - The Phek

84 Years Earlier

House No. 43, Trinity Valley, Old Town, Phek

"Sometimes… things go so wrong, that no power can undo them."

— A wandering Tantrik

A woman, her eyes swollen from tears, knelt before the Tantrik with desperation.

"Please, Maharaj... help my daughter," she pleaded. "She's all I have."

The Tantrik squinted at the frail girl lying behind her, her body thin and her skin unnaturally yellow.

"I need time," he said in a deep voice. "There is something dark within her... I must discover the root of this disturbance."

But behind his intense gaze, the Tantrik's mind was clouded with impure thoughts.

"Such tender skin… such innocence," he thought, his face hiding his perverse intentions.

Anyone with sense could have seen the darkness in his eyes.

But the girl's mother, blind with grief and fear, saw only hope in him.

"I can sense a supernatural entity has possessed her," the Tantrik finally declared. "A powerful spirit now resides in her body."

"What must be done, Master?" the woman asked, worried.

"I must perform a Tantrik Sadhna and a Mahayajna with the girl. The ritual must be done in privacy."

"Whatever it takes," the widow mother whispered. "Please save her."

The girl, Dheema, lay helpless, moaning in pain. Her yellowed skin was not due to a spirit — she was clearly sick.

But the mother couldn't see the truth.

The Tantrik motioned for her to leave.

"I need to be alone with Dheema now."

She obeyed and stepped out, believing salvation was near.

But what happened next was pure horror.

The Tantrik closed the door... and slowly approached the child.

His hands reached out — not in healing — but with sick intent.

Just as he touched her, Dheema screamed.

Her mother rushed back in and froze at the doorway, horrified.

She had seen enough to understand everything.

"YOU MONSTER!" she cried, trembling.

The Tantrik, now panicked, tried to lie, but it was too late.

Her screams reached the ears of the entire neighborhood.

The people of Old Phek arrived quickly, armed with rage and sticks.

But before help could save the girl, Dheema was already gone.

Her fragile body could not survive the trauma — killed by the brutality of a wicked soul.

The villagers dragged the Tantrik into the street.

Their fury knew no mercy.

They beat him, tore his limbs apart, and severed his head.

But as his dismembered body lay in pieces, something unthinkable happened…

The Tantrik's severed head began to laugh.

"Fools of Phek!" it hissed.

"I am the servant of Nathan Pishachini!

Tonight marks the Blood Transition — the merging of Full Moon and New Moon.

This death is not my end — it is my beginning!

From this moment forward, your town is CURSED!

No soul shall ever live in peace again!

Hahahaha!"

Horrified, the villagers threw his cursed remains into an old well near the edge of the town.

But the curse had already begun.

That very night, the peaceful monks of the Phek Buddhist temple were all found dead without a mark.

Those who tried to flee the town also died mysteriously.

A shadow had fallen.

Once a quiet hill town...

Now a place of death, despair, and darkness.

The town of Old Phek was cursed.

The curse of the Lustful Tantrik.

The wrath of Nathan Pishachini.