Far away, standing outside the framework of the Metaverse while containing a Metaverse, Sasha spelled, "AKSADJOR." The conceptual assassin was converted into a four-dimensional square.
Lowering her form to the base level, she moved towards the square and held it in her hands. "I must know who is the reason behind 'YOU,'" Sasha says in an assortment. Meanwhile, in the mart, someone noticed Sasha was 'missing' again.
It was her friend; noticing the empty cabin and the approach of multiple customers, he took her place again. "Sheesh, this girl... some women really do have abnormal hormonal fluctuations during periods."
The official badge hanging from his neck to his chest had his official details: name, "Praveen Kumar."
With a genuine smile, he handled the customers. "Ma'am, you can go to the far left corner; there are exotic beauty items stacked there, much more branded than these placed here…" He gives directions to the young lady; she nods and looks at him entirely for a second.
His appearance is tall and sturdy with a strong jawline, light brown skin tone, strong arms, thick black hair, and a clean-shaven face, stating the reason that his body is maintained with a regular fitness routine.
Then came Sasha, out of the blue from the restroom. She approached Praveen. "Thanks, boy, for taking my place to lead customers," Sasha says, fixing her cap.
"No biggie," Praveen says. "You have any events today?" Sasha asks Praveen as she enters some entries which were left pending in the computer.
She looked at the clock. "No, I don't have any. Just regular routines and dimensional analysis," Praveen says as he looks at his watch.
Sasha enters the pending entries and looks at the customers. "Okay, you just take my place; I gotta go today. I asked permission from the manager early this morning.
I have some important translations to attend," Sasha says to Praveen as she takes her bag, fixes her coat, and leaves through the dimensional scanner gate.
The billboard shows:
'Dimensionality = 5th dimensional.'
'Type = Living.'
'Gender = Female.'
'Community = Staff.'
Sasha walked through the lanes, which were crowded by the afternoon rush of office staff and vendors.
In universe 153^infinity^153rd, at the helm of SCPO's top layer, Razael sat there, exuding an aura of quiet authority. Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a sharp glow on the polished wooden desk.
She held the day's newspaper in her hands, her eyes scanning the headlines with a discerning gaze. As she read, her expression remained stoic, betraying no hint of her thoughts.
The newspaper's pages rustled softly as she turned them, the only sound breaking the stillness of the room. The room reflected her personality: sleek, efficient, and imposing.
Razael's eyes narrowed slightly. Yet, beyond non-conceptualization, her eyes narrowed as she read about a gruesome murder.
A man, a naval officer, had been murdered by his wife, who had been having an affair; the boyfriend of the wife had turned into a drug addict to enjoy her pleasure-filled life with her.
The wife and her lover had planned the murder together with a higher-dimensional quark-freezing poison, and the article highlighted the wife's history of infidelity.
What caught the attention of Razael was the disparity in treatment between the two perpetrators, the man was jailed without question as it was proven, while the woman was taken in for questioning.
Razael's anger boiled over, and she let out a disgusted "Pff" as she spat out the words, "Modern special dimensional rights… more like a way to hide blasphemous and lustful fuckery…. How dare they just jail the higher dimensional man with bare proof and just take someone under custodial questioning and a medical check-up? If you ask for equality, then be responsible enough to bear the consequences that come with it. Marie Curie, Rosalind Franklin, and me breaking different frameworks to fight the supernatural and facing many near-death situations was not to support this blasphemy… "
Her gaze then fell upon reports of crimes committed against 8-dimensional and 9-dimensional humans, many of whom were drug dealers and sexual hazards.
It was reported that those drug dealers were alive, but their physical existence was converted into crude oil and other daily life materials, including metal rods; they were alive as objects.
Such subjects who go through such torture feel the deep physical and psychological horror of being converted into objects; meanwhile, it does not stop being hurtful after they turn into something, but they will feel their existence compressed into a tiny size.
Another series of dimensional crimes involved women being abducted and subjected to experiments by converting them into contraceptive pills, while men and children were liquefied into serums for different pharmaceutical uses.
These findings were issued to the state by the (KIPD) Kerala Interdimensional Police Department. This department's Kochi branch (KCIPD) found these crimes' reverend beginnings.
As Interdimensional Police departments are present throughout India, they are strictly maintained with officers who are 8-9 dimensional in complexity and existence, enabling them to control riots, find clues to crimes, and maintain peace.
In such a way, there is the (MIPD) Maharashtra Interdimensional Police Department, (DIPD) Delhi Interdimensional Police Department, etc.
Meanwhile, this is not enough to secure the nation against crimes and irrelevancies; therefore, another higher authority exists: the (IIB) Interdimensional Intelligence Bureau.
It is a system of in-country surveillance of crimes, international interdimensional terrorism, and spy work.
This section strictly selects officers who excelled beyond the Interdimensional Police department with dimensionality beyond the ninth; their dimensionality and original identity are not for the public or regular government employees.
Then comes another higher hierarchy, which is the Interdimensional Defence Force of India (IDFI), which possesses excellent soldiers and spies who have mastered attack and counter-attack in air, water, land, and complex dimensional structures, working mostly at the borders of the nation; similar forces exist in many countries.
Owls United (OU) is the most excellent international interdimensional-based surveillance, protection, and handling of international affairs secretly; the members of Owls United are not even available for the Interdimensional Defence Force of India.
Then there comes the (SCPO) Supernatural Calamity Prevention Organisation, which has access to international dimensional affairs and tracks down anomalies outside the system, and exists in each country.
The SCPO cannot pry into internal conflicts or affairs or collect details about any system or bureaus, but they have the right to interfere if the crime, conflict, or suppression is beyond 12 dimensions while still operating within the rules, investigating or containing without corrupting or leaking any internal matters of a country.
Rules exist in every hierarchy to maintain law and order.