Could it be someone else?

Rudra sat alone in his dimly lit room, the soft glow of a single lamp casting shadows on the walls. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he pondered over the mysterious adversary they had encountered. He knew the man well—or at least, he thought he did. This enigmatic figure, known for his direct and fearless attacks, was not one to hide in the shadows or orchestrate assaults from afar. The tactics they had faced recently were entirely out of character for the man Rudra remembered.

He leaned back in his chair, the creak of the wood breaking the silence. His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, but his mind was far away, retracing every detail of their recent encounters. The strategies employed by this masked figure were cunning and indirect, relying on misdirection and psychological warfare. This was not the way of the mysterious man Rudra had come to know over the years.

"This doesn't make sense," Rudra muttered to himself, his brow furrowed in concentration. "He wou