* Sorry guys. I am late again. Well. My life is the problem. I had to go to hospital for a medical appointment for my grandfather. Sorry i couldn't write it before*
August 15th, 2025.
India celebrated its 79th Independence Day with great pride. Cities buzzed with color and noise. Markets bustled, children waved flags, and parades moved through streets with bands and dancers. It was a normal day—warm, noisy, full of life.
But at Howrah Bridge in West Bengal, something happened that no one could explain.
The sky had been clear, the traffic packed as usual. Cars honked and drivers argued. The bridge groaned under the weight of so many vehicles. Then, without warning, a strange tremor passed through the air.
People said later—it felt like the sky dropped.
Like something invisible had stepped down on the bridge.
A giant's foot? A curse? No one knew.
There was a BOOM without sound. Just vibration. A second later, the middle span of Howrah Bridge snapped like a twig. Metal and concrete twisted in the air. People screamed. Cars plummeted into the Ganges. And from that very spot—a red fog began to rise.
Thick, eerie, and unnatural.
Rescue teams were dispatched immediately. Boats and helicopters rushed to the site.
Not one returned.
The red fog consumed everything.
Radar and drone surveillance failed. Radios went dead once they entered the fog. And the only thing people ever saw were flashes of red light deep inside it, like lightning behind smoke.
Then… someone came back.
She was found two days later, near the edge of the fog, unconscious and barefoot. Her name: Jhumjhun Ghosh. A young college student. She had gone missing the day of the collapse, along with hundreds of others.
When authorities questioned her, she said just two words:
> "I don't remember."
Her body was covered in bruises and scratches. Her clothes were torn, half-burned. But she was alive. And she wasn't the last.
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In the weeks that followed, similar events occurred across the world.
Tokyo: A subway station swallowed by red mist.
Paris: The Seine boiled and the mist erupted from its depths.
New York: Times Square frozen in time and fog.
Cairo: Red sand storms took over the pyramids.
Each location had something in common:
Instant fog formation.
Complete loss of communication.
And eventually… a survivor.
They came out at random. Some after days. Others after years. Some crawled out screaming. Some walked calmly like ghosts. But all of them were changed.
In the first year, the world mourned.
By the second year, the world feared.
By the fifth year… the truth came out.
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It was Jangun, a Bangladeshi survivor from the red mist that had swallowed an entire coastal town. He had returned two years prior. Seemed fine at first. Silent. Strange.
But one day, during a standard questioning session with military police… he exploded.
Literally.
A shockwave tore the building apart. Half the officers died on the spot. The others died moments later—burned from the inside out.
Security footage showed it clearly: standing next to Jangun was a ghost.
Not a blurry figure. Not a trick of light.
A soldier spirit with grenades for arms and a stitched-up mouth. It saluted before vanishing.
The footage leaked online within hours. The world couldn't deny it anymore.
The survivors of the red mist had brought ghosts back with them.
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They called it the Ghost Pact.
Inside the mist, each person was forced to play a survival game. Each game was different. Some had to outrun monsters. Others had to fight. Some had to choose between saving strangers or loved ones.
Those who survived were given a reward:
A ghost partner, bound to them by contract.
Some ghosts were passive.
Some aggressive.
Some… insane.
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Jhumjhun, the first survivor of Howrah, became a mystery of her own.
While she refused to share what happened inside the red fog, it became clear over time that she had not forgotten.
She had made a deal—just like the others.
Her ghost wasn't a warrior, though.
It was a scientist.
A pale, long-haired woman in a lab coat, with one eye replaced by a swirling lens. Wherever she walked, glowing diagrams floated behind her. And with her help, Jhumjhun began building things.
Devices that healed. Devices that scanned ghosts. A helmet that let people see fog residue. Machines that detected the red mist before it appeared.
Jhumjhun shared them slowly, anonymously at first. But eventually, she came out.
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By 2030, the world had changed.
Crime had risen sharply in the early years—paranoia, riots, cults forming around the red mist.
But after Jhumjhun's tech spread, cities began to stabilize. Red Zones were marked. Government programs were created to contain them. Survivors were tracked, tagged, and sometimes trained.
Yet even now, in the shadows, more and more people disappear inside those crimson mists.
And only some return.
With secrets.
With power.
And with ghosts.
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But Jhumjhun was the first.
The first girl to come back.
The first to hold a ghost in her hand and walk among humans again.
The first to pretend she remembered nothing…
…while preparing the world for what's coming next.
Jhumjhun didn't stop after her first inventions.
She continued to create devices that shaped the new world.
One of the most notable was a Ghost Contract Device.
With it, ordinary people could form contracts with wandering spirits—without needing to enter the red mist.
It worked by copying the frequency signature of the red zone and temporarily replicating its energy field.
Next came the Teleportation Pad.
A flat metal plate that, when linked to a receiver, could instantly move a person across cities.
This helped in fast rescues and military deployment.
In the medical field, she introduced cell-regeneration tubes.
It healed internal injuries with high precision, using ghost-imbued nano tech.
Hospitals started using her designs worldwide.
She also created the Air Purifier System.
It worked by absorbing fog residue from the air.
This was the turning point—people exposed to ghost zones stopped mutating.
Mental illnesses caused by exposure began to decline.
Another invention was the Ghost Restraint Handcuff.
Used mostly in prisons, it locked the ghost abilities of criminals.
Some called it inhumane, but it worked.
More people like Jhumjhun started appearing.
Inventors, warriors, strange hybrids of human and ghost.
When governments couldn't control them, they gave them titles.
City Representatives. Leaders of local zones.
Time passed. Some died. Others replaced them.
Then came the war with the Demon Lord.
His power wasn't from ghosts but something deeper.
It was destruction without reason.
Many countries were wiped out.
The remaining ones merged, forming a new global alliance.
Now, in the year 2099, only three nations remain.
Total population: 90 million.
Red mist zones still exist, but they've retreated to the oceans.
Few zones are accessible—with teleportation gates installed nearby.
Adventurers still go, hoping for power or answers.
But everything changed the day he was born...