The group sat in the living room on Thursday morning. Their faces were charged with a mixture of seriousness and anticipation; a heavy silence filled the space before anyone spoke, as if every whisper might carve itself into the precipice of an inevitable fate.
Malik leaned on the edge of the table, his eyes scanning each of them, sharp and unblinking—reading, weighing, judging. Then he spoke in a calm but firm tone:
"Each of you must memorize your role precisely. Even the smallest mistake could mean the end for us all. The security around the minister's villa is beyond imagination. Entering that place is like entering a place no one has ever survived before." Daniel gave a faint, icy smile and nodded in acknowledgment, while Malik continued, his voice carrying the rhythm of someone admi
