Scene1 – The Following Morning, in Front of Minister Fouad El-Shanawi’s Villa
Dawn crept over the city with a heavy slowness, carrying with it a pale light tinged with the color of ash.
The air was cold, damp with the remnants of the night’s rain, and the wind played with the leaves scattered along the empty streets, whispering a hidden warning.
From afar, the call to prayer rose across the horizon, announcing a new day… yet this day was unlike any other. It was an ominous day.
At the edge of the upscale district, Minister Fouad El-Shanawi’s villa stood silent—like a vast tomb.
Its shuttered windows resembled extinguished eyes, hiding secrets that dared not be spoken.
Nothing stirred on the horizon but the echo of silence itself, as though even the walls were holding their breath, te
