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Introduction

The story follows the main theme course of:


The story “The Adventure”, which deals with
the reasoning of parallel worlds via catastrophe
theory.
To follow through the course of the story,
“Seven Deadly Sins” present the following
theme:
Theme: Chaotic crimes in parallel worlds.
Summary
Detective Lieutenant Somerset, haunted by a
tragic pattern across parallel worlds, fights to
prevent a cycle of gruesome murders inspired
by the seven deadly sins. As Somerset nears
retirement, he and his brash new partner,
Detective Mills, face John Doe, a methodical
killer using his crimes to deliver twisted moral
judgments. Each crime is a symbolic act tied to
one of the sins, culminating in Mills committing
"Wrath" by killing Doe after learning of his
wife's murder, completing Doe's plan.
Somerset discovers he is trapped in a loop,
reliving this tragedy across 48 worlds, tasked by
an unseen force to break the cycle. Each
attempt reveals more of Doe’s intricate motives
and the toll of unchanging outcomes. Despite
countless failures, Somerset refuses to give up,
driven by the hope of saving humanity and
breaking the loop. His resolve remains: “The
world is a fine place, and worth fighting for.”
Contents
Chapter 1- a fine place pg.1
Chapter 2-A city of shadows pg.6
Chapter 3-a pattern emerges pg.9
Chapter 4-Strange encounters pg.12
Chapter 5-The third sin pg.14
Chapter 6-The killer revealed pg.17
Chapter 7-personal stakes pg.22
Chapter 8-The final acts pg.26
Chapter 9-The parallel world unveiled pg.32
Chapter 10-A fine place pg.37
Chapter 1
A fine place
The white cross on the church steeple stood
stark against the vivid blue sky. Its silent
proclamation resonated only through the deep,
solemn tolling of the bell. Sunday Mass had
ended, and the modest congregation trickled
out onto the dirt road. Dust clouds swirled
under the feet of farmers in worn boots and
overalls, who ambled toward their pickup
trucks or disappeared down footpaths leading
to distant farms.
Across the road, a two-story house stood alone,
its weathered boards and sagging roof a silent
witness to the passing years. The house seemed
frozen in time, untouched by the life bustling
around the church.
Inside the house, the air was heavy and stale.
Sunlight struggled to penetrate grime-coated
windows, casting a dull, brownish glow across
the room. Detective Lieutenant William
Somerset stood in the second-story bedroom, a
man whose deliberate movements and
thoughtful expression betrayed years of
carrying the city’s darkest secrets.
Somerset ran his gaze over the room—the
cracked ceiling, the scuffed wooden floor, the
peeling wallpaper. Layers of history were
written into every corner of the space.
Approaching the wall, he stopped where the
uppermost wallpaper had peeled back,
revealing an older, floral pattern beneath it. The
faded red roses seemed to call out to him.
With a steady hand, he brushed away the
grime, uncovering more of the delicate design.
Slowly, methodically, he peeled away a square
section of the wallpaper and held it up to the
light.
The roses seemed to bloom again, vibrant in
the weak sunlight. For a moment, Somerset felt
a strange pull.
The light shifted. The room seemed to shimmer,
and for a fleeting instant, it was transformed.
The floor beneath his feet gleamed with polish,
and the air was clear and fresh. Somerset
blinked. The vision faded, leaving him unsettled.

He folded the piece of wallpaper and slipped it


into his pocket.
Decided that this time the story will be
different, not the one where he’ll lose but the
one when he will thrive to find the answers for
this tragic course of events. All he could do was
live through this hell again.
Chapter-2
A City of Shadows
The city was a place of relentless noise and
chaos, a far cry from the serene countryside. Its
towering buildings cast long shadows over
narrow streets teeming with life and crime. For
Somerset, this was home—a home he was
ready to leave behind. With just one week until
retirement, he dreamed of quiet mornings and
evenings free of sirens.
But the city wasn’t ready to let him go.
On Monday morning, Somerset was assigned a
new partner: Detective David Mills. Young and
brash, Mills had recently transferred to the city
with his wife, Tracy, eager to prove himself in
the department. Their first case together was
grotesque—a morbid introduction to the city’s
horrors.
An obese man had been found dead in his
apartment, slumped over a plate of spaghetti.
The autopsy revealed he had been forced to eat
until his stomach ruptured. At the scene, the
word “Gluttony” was scrawled in grease on the
wall.

“This isn’t just a murder,” Somerset said, his


voice calm but firm. “It’s a message.”
Little did mills know that from now onwards
the life he knew was no longer the one he was
going to live.
Mills scoffed. “A message? Looks like someone
had a sick sense of humor.”
Somerset didn’t argue. Years of experience had
taught him that some truths revealed
themselves only in time.
Chapter-3
A Pattern Emerges
The following day brought a second victim: Eli
Gould, a high-powered lawyer known for his
ruthless tactics. In summer of his days, he caged
many innocents and freed the vulgar, most
unhinged killers for hefty amount of money and
properties. Many of cases were ruled against
him but not one of them got hands on his
profession of selling innocent lives of people for
money and fame that got him here.
When looked upon the officers found that he
had been bound and forced to carve a pound of
flesh from his own body to survive.
There was a venomous patch carved to his
belly that unless removed from his flesh would
eventually kill him by rotting his inner organs
and lead to malfunction of nervous system. He
failed. Failed to carve the flesh that been there
since his existence. When looked around,
somerset found the old font and eked from the
memory of seeing the same fonts written by
blood over and over. The word “Greed” was
written in blood on the floor.

Somerset’s suspicion deepened. He spent the


night combing through books on the seven
deadly sins, piecing together the killer’s
narrative. He had done this over thousand
times but each time repeating the same
pattern. He found these weren’t random acts of
violence; they were deliberate, symbolic
punishments.

“I need to be reassigned,” Somerset told his


captain the next morning. “This case... it’s not
something I want to carry into retirement.”
Somerset knew he would be denied of getting
the permission, but the disparity and dread led
him into doing the same things over in hope of
getting different output in these worlds which
were one way or other different from the world
he once knew by heart and belonged to.
Much to his dismay the answer remained same
as the one he have always heard.
The captain refused. Somerset had no choice
but to continue.
Chapter-4
Strange Encounters
That night, Somerset returned to his apartment.
The city hummed with its usual cacophony of
distant sirens and honking horns, but inside, his
room was quiet. Too quiet.
As Somerset reviewed the case files, he felt a
strange sensation—a pull, like the one he had
felt in the old house. He looked up, and for a
brief moment, his surroundings changed. The
walls of his apartment disappeared, replaced by
the familiar floral wallpaper from the country
house.
Somerset blinked, and the vision was gone. He
was back in his apartment, but a cold chill
lingered.
Chapter-5
The Third Sin
The next crime scene was even more
disturbing. In a dilapidated apartment, the
detectives found a man emaciated and
restrained to a bed. He had been kept alive in
this state for exactly one year. Beside the bed,
photographs documented his slow decay. The
word “Sloth” was painted on the wall.
Mills sought out to the man and thought for a
while, indicating he knew this man before hand
but not quite pick the events. Mills shifted his
focus to the scene and dusted the recognizing
memory he had of the victim strapped to the
bed.
The scene was a grotesque tableau, a
testament to the killer’s meticulous planning.
Somerset and Mills stood in silence, the weight
of the case pressing down on them.
Somerset now was deeply engrossed in his
thoughts. He was looking for every clue that
they got there hands on, but everything was
just repeating itself not unraveling anything
new which could help somerset to lead this
world towards peace.
But turning towards Mills, he got a hunch that
this time he won’t play along the course of
events and tear through this undying loop. Save
himself and somerset from this traumatizing
defect of universe which led them here and
wont end until a new turn is projected to the
screen play of this world.
Unaware of the things and thoughts going
through Somerset’s mind, “This guy’s not just a
murderer,” Mills said, his usual bravado
faltering. “He’s... something else.”
“He’s making a statement,” Somerset replied.
“And we’re not even halfway through.”
The time was once again slipping from
Somerset’s hand. He have to run ahead fast and
bolt to the end of it. End of this tragic story of
heinous and chaotic crimes.
Chapter-6
The Killer Revealed
The break came unexpectedly. Somerset’s
lengthy research led them to a library where
someone had been checking out books on the
seven deadly sins. The library card belonged to
a man named John Doe.
Mills scoffed on idiocy of the killer to choose
the universal sampled name for carrying out his
criminal study, that too in the renowned
library ,which was the home for many forensic
researchers and detectives having twisted
mindset.
The detectives raided Doe’s apartment, a dimly
lit space filled with hundreds of notebooks
detailing his twisted philosophy. Photographs of
the victims covered the walls, along with cryptic
symbols and sketches. Looking around as a
officer, Mill’s mind was blank. He could not
digest how twisted and unhinged a human can
be when he’s out of his mind.
One sketch caught Somerset’s eye—it was the
country house, drawn in perfect detail. Beneath
it were the words: “A world where sins are
absolved.”
Somerset was at lost for words as the house
was the one he was constantly getting a look at
in his strange visions with a slight shimmer
added to it. He’s mind started working after a
click of time he heard, which he knew was the
indication that danger was around and he have
to get it done. He knew the sound very well, the
haunting sound which was there with him
travelling to every world.
For the person not knowing the actual course
of story might think that this is the aid he is
getting but Somerset was very well aware that
this was just a sick aid provided by god for
making him travel to every universe and finding
the answer to this misery which caused the god
to lose his precious creation called humans.
The one thing that Somerset didn’t understand
was if god created this universe, why isn’t he
the one fixing it? Why was he forced to travel
around in the mayhem of tangled parallel
worlds and fall into the trap every single time??
Before Somerset could process the discovery
logically after scooting his thoughts aside, Doe
returned.
A chase ensued, with Mills pursuing the
suspect through the city streets. Mills ran
through the roads and reached for doe. Boots
slam against cracked pavement as Doe barrels
through the alley, lungs burning. Behind, Mills
gives chase, his gun drawn, footsteps echoing
like thunder. Doe vaults a dumpster, yanking it
down to block the path. Mills leaps, crashing
into the debris but rolling to his feet, unfazed.
A sharp turn—cars scream past as Doe dashes
across the street, weaving through honking
traffic. Mills follows, a cab screeching to a halt
inches from him. Ahead, Doe yanks open a fire
escape ladder, scaling it in seconds.
Mills grabs the ladder, pulling himself up as Doe
knocks loose a metal pipe, sending it crashing
down. Ducking, Mills surges onto the rooftop
just as Doe disappears into the maze of vents.
Suddenly, Doe spins coming to scratching halt,
Mills tackling the fugitive onto the gritty
rooftop, a fierce struggle erupting. Doe
managed to escape the deadly tackle of Mills,
but not before coming face-to-face with Mills.
Doe gave a scrutinizing look to Mills, scoffed,
grinned and eloped him in open ended
conversation just wanting to lead him to his
ultimate doom. He states the facts related to
Mills married life, also asks him to deliver his
kind words to Somerset as well, “You are doing
a good job, not to mention you managed to find
me and track along just as I wanted you guys to.
But know Mills my friend, for I have no personal
issues with you or your senior Somerset. For all
I care, I want you to keep on doing great work,
keep the city clean of muggles and insect
crawling and looking for murders to be
executed”, finished doe.
Mills struggles to get up, but to his
disappointment he could not feel his left hand
and back was arched, not allowing him to make
any movement.
Mills was scheduled lifelessly in a dim lit alley,
drenched in shame and grief of being spared by
killer along with rain.
Somerset on the other hand chose a different
way of chasing Doe but as clearly understood
his way was of no use. He could not run along
Doe’s footstep but got bugged by a handful of
lead on to where Doe’s next victim might be.
Somerset understood the motivation that led
Doe up till here. He was in dilemma that he was
the one who could cleanse the community and
be held in the world where no sinners would
reside.
But oh, how wrong mentality he was walking
through with.
Chapter-7
Personal Stakes
As the case dragged on, the strain began to
show. Tracy- Mills wife, feeling isolated in the
city, invited Somerset over for dinner. She
hoped to bridge the gap between her husband
and his reserved partner.
Over the course of the evening, Somerset saw a
side of Mills he hadn’t before—a man devoted
to his wife but struggling to balance his
ambition with the darkness of his job.
Mills was a tactful and full of stamina which
allowed him to never back off at the times of
intense chasing. But if that could only make
officer a detective then even thugs would be
choosing this line of profession, what
differentiates them is the utter distinction of
knowledge and emotions reflecting in their
ethical work which might be drenched and stink
of blood; but was still a duty taken by brave
citizens to ensure a life full of security and
happiness to other citizens.
Later, Tracy confided in Somerset. She was
pregnant but unsure if she wanted to raise a
child in such a bleak environment. Somerset
shared his own regrets about persuading his
former partner to have an abortion, a decision
that haunted him to this day.
He said that love and affection grows despite of
surroundings and environment between a child
and a parent. If she wants to have a child, she
should prepare herself as well as Mills that
raising a child in this environment will take
much more effort than raising it anywhere else.
Tracy took the advice in positive light and
nodded as per affirming Somerset that she will
take a thoughtful decision regarding the said
issue.
Chapter-8
The Final Acts
The murders escalated. “Lust” claimed a
prostitute, forced to wear a grotesque weapon.
A woman, prostitute who earned her part of
bread by selling her body to lustful geezers who
in return paid her handsome amount was
murdered.
To say it was just a murder won’t do it justice
as she was forced to enter and participate in
the sexual intercourse where the man had worn
an grotesque weapon aligned to his
reproductive organ which caused the scratching
and tearing apart of woman’s internal organs
and leading to continuous use of the weapon
during intercourse led the ultimate demise of
the woman.
Somerset and Mills overlooked this happening
in the basement of the night club and sighed,
feeling bottomless without a clue about the
killer.
The time kept on slipping from somerset’s hand
who was yet to uncover the way of breaking
this loop which was tangling the lives, fates and
worlds together, creating mayhem in the
universe.
The following day, they attend the scene of a
fifth victim, a model- Heidi Schanz whose face
has been mutilated by Doe; she was given the
option to call for help and live disfigured or
commit suicide by taking pills. The weight of
living disfigured rest of her life weighed more
for Schanz and she chose the latter option,
representing “Pride”.
These course of actions infuriated Mills who in
his career had never been outwitted by a killer.
Following his bad temper, he was already in bad
and tense mood just when an reporter came for
taking photos of the scenes and demanded for
answers from the him but was disrespectfully
shooed away.
Somerset was dwelling where to find refuge
just when responsibility weighed him down of
saving the world from the killer once again and
stop the same loop from acting here; in this
world.
As Somerset and Mills unraveled, John Doe
turned himself in. Calm and composed.
Dread was visible on officer’s face who very
well knew there’d be a sick trap following this
event. Doe offered a deal: take him to a remote
location where the final 2 victims awaited, or he
would plead insanity and escape justice.
Mills was high in anger and frenzy to get
revenge for his insult the other day but was
stopped by Somerset who worked more
logically than emotionally. He reminded Mills
that killer was needed alive to get information
about the 2 victims which might be kept
hostage to execute the last two remaining sins
from 7 deadly sins.
They arranged backup team, helicopter and
tracking vans that would follow Somerset and
Mills to the remote place that killer
recommended. Leaving no room for killer to out
turn them in this game that they got their
hands onto.
Chapter-9
The Parallel world
Unveiled
The location Doe led them to was desolate, far
from the city’s chaos.
A delivery van approached, carrying a package
addressed to Mills. Somerset went to check
what did the box carried in this world. He
wished it not to be the same thing he saw in
other parallel worlds. He went ahead leaving
Mills and Doe facing each other having Mills
pointing gun towards Doe.
Somerset reached the van and took out the
box, said the delivery man to leave the place
quickly. Somerset intercepted it and opened the
box.
The world crashed for Somerset, he could not
believe what he just saw. It was of all the things
he got to see in the other parallel universe’s.
Inside was Tracy’s severed head.
Everything started to make sense for Somerset,
he ran like mad man towards Mills shouting and
yelling Mills to get away from Doe. But much to
his dismay, Mills could not hear what he was
meaning to pass across the field.
Meanwhile Doe was starting a conversation
with Mills, Mills tried his best to ignore Doe’s
words but when a certain name Doe mention
sparked his curiosity, he could no longer utter
the courage to act indifferent to Doe’s yapping
manipulating words.
Doe revealed that he had visited Mills house a
day back and saw how perfectly settled family
he had. He said that he could not gobble up the
fact that Mills was such a commendable officer,
husband, and was soon going to be hopefully a
wonderful dad.
Mills felt as if the land was slipping under his
foot and could no longer make out noises in the
background, cause he could not recall Tracy
informing him anything related to pregnancy.
Just when Mills could divert his thoughts from
Doe, Somerset arrived. He was heaving and out
of breath.
Mills turned towards him with eyes full of hope,
just wishing that whatever Doe is indicating
cant be true. He demanded Somerset to inform
him what he saw in the box. Somerset could
not phrase any words that would prevent the
usual outcome that he had witnessed in the
other worlds. He could only manage to beg
Mills not to act out of rage and be calm in this
situation, they need Doe alive for further
investigation and an officer’s personal feelings
must not be involved in the case.
Mills had lost it. He was not in his right mind to
comprehend any thing and started yelling at
Doe and somerset for answers.
That’s when dread game begins. Doe confessed
that he had killed Tracy out of envy for Mills’s
life. Doe urged Mills to act upon this misery
that had fallen on him because of him, stating
that he had committed the sin of “envy”.
Doe in his final act, urged Mills to complete
the cycle by embodying “Wrath.”
Mills, by now understood what was going on
and fell on ground. He was sobbing and
scorching the ground as he was shouting and
chanting Tracy’s name.
As Mills wrestled with his emotions, Somerset
felt the pull again. This time, it was stronger.
The air shimmered, and the barren field
transformed. He stood in the parallel world—
the country house restored to its former glory.
In this world, Somerset saw Tracy alive, holding
a child. Mills was there too, smiling. It was a
vision of what could have been, a world
untouched by John Doe’s darkness.
But the vision faded. Darkness of reality eloped
him. Somerset was back in the field, watching
as Mills succumbed to his rage and shot Doe
dead.
Committing the final two sins- “wrath” and
“envy”.
Chapter-10
A Fine Place
In the aftermath, Mills was taken away,
catatonic. Somerset returned to the country
house, drawn by the lingering connection to the
parallel world.
Inside, he found the square of wallpaper he had
peeled away, now vibrant and alive. A voice
echoed in his mind: “The world is a fine place,
and worth fighting for.”
Somerset stood in silence, the weight of his
choices heavy on his shoulders. He had
glimpsed a better world, but he knew he
couldn’t escape the one he lived in.
This all he had lived exactly 48 times now. Every
time Mills shot Doe, Somerset was teleported
to another parallel world. It was all the god’s
resolve to prevent this course of events from
happening and for this job he had chosen
Somerset.
But in every universe Somerset failed to out
turn Doe miserably, resulting in same output
every time just by different means.
He could not stop, as the world deserved to live
and thrive in its shining glory which he was
adamant to retrieve from the hands of John
doe.
In every world he tried different tactics of
catching Doe before he could get to Mills head,
but as destiny spares none; he could not make a
change.
He felt a pull. He was now in a strange yet
familiar world full of misery again, only that it
was the 49th world he was now looking over.
But this time he was determined to not let Doe
ruin that many lives which was dear to him.
He now knew 48 outcomes of every action and
variations he made to prevent the destruction
from occurring.
He kept chanting in his mind: “The world is a
fine place, and worth fighting for.”
With renewed resolve, he prepared to keep
fighting, one day at a time.

As somerset kept travelling between worlds,


his journal found the quotes that shaped his
journey--
“Find me before the world does
before I learn hate, let me learn love.”
“It’ll always hurt but eventually, you’ll learn to
paint your canvas with all shades of color
instead of blue.”
“How do we tell the sea that we are drowning
on the land.”
“What’s more tragic?
To live in a paradox that haunts? Or to drown
in reality that aches?”
“When moment seems fading and memories
are blurring, when soul seems dissolving and
heart stops rhythm. Then you’re in peace.”
“May stars remind us why admiring dark was
so necessary.”

THE WORLD IS A FINE PLACE, AND WORTH


FIGHTING FOR.

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