– Blood in the Chalet
The air inside the chalet was heavy, pierced only by the breath of the bodyguards and the sharp smell of fresh blood that filled the room. Before they laid Sharif and Alaa's bodies, sprawled on the floor, their blood slowly seeped toward the edges of the room. The men's faces were pale, etched in every feature, as if they were staring death itself in the eye.
One of them stood frozen for a few seconds before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. He nervously tapped the buttons, then held the phone to his ear, his voice trembling with fear and panic:
Bodyguard: "Sir... Minister... we're in the chalet. There's been a disaster... Sharif and Alaa have been killed, the dog—he killed them! I swear, sir, it's a strange accident!"
A brief silence followed on
