Scene 1
The group sat in the living room on a Thursday morning. Their faces were charged with a mix of seriousness and anticipation; a heavy silence filled the space before anyone spoke, as if every whisper might etch itself onto the edge of an inevitable fate.
Malek 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 yet firm tone:
> “Each of you must memorize your role precisely. Even the smallest mistake could mean the end of all of us. The security around the Minister’s villa is beyond imagination. Getting inside that place is like stepping into a dare no one has ever survived.”
Daniel gave a faint, icy smile and nodded in acknowledgment, while Malek continued, his voice carrying the cadence
