Scene 1
The villa of Minister Fouad El-Shenawy was drowned in an eerie stillness, swallowed by the night as if it had conspired with the shadows to conceal every breath of life within. The lights from the lamp posts inside and outside the walls brought no comfort — instead, they deepened the dread, casting fractured silhouettes of the guards on the ground like restless phantoms awaiting a summons from the unknown.
At the inner gate stood Raad, Ghaith, and Faheem — rigid, motionless, like resurrected statues of ancient pharaonic sentinels. None of them uttered a word; silence ruled the place, and fear was its master. Since the last incident, terror had gripped everyone. No one dared to ask questions, or even think aloud, about the minister’s dark secrets.
The old whispers — about his noc
