Damour, Gamour, Nafer, Zager, and Dagher stood on the stairs, their bodies intertwined like dark statues, their eyes glowing with a strange, mountain-like intensity, staring relentlessly at everyone in the living room. At the bottom of the stairs, Malik, Dima, Rovan, Daniel, Magda, and Lara stood in the center of the room, their breaths mingling in a heavy silence, their hearts pounding as if trying to escape their chests.
Malik turned slowly, his eyes scanning every masked face surrounding them, every line on the mask, every shadow behind it, as if trying to decipher what lay beyond the mystery. The silence in the living room stretched for a moment, until it felt as if the entire space was holding its breath, waiting for a single word, a single movement, to release the nightmarish tensio
