She laughed. “May Syma — that’s my name. ‘May’ like the month, ‘Syma’ like the symbol.”

Syma stepped forward. “But truth doesn’t need translation.” She pressed a button. The real footage of Shiva saving a burning orphanage played on every screen in the city.

“Mujhe aapki madad chahiye,” she said. “I need you to stop a man who is forging ancient treasures. His name? Hndy Kaml.”

Shiva’s fists clenched. “Koi mujhe joke bolega, toh uski aukat dikha dunga.”