**Scene 1 – The Night That Breathes Blood**
The night wrapped Hussein’s villa in a cloak of darkness, and silence reigned as if time itself had halted in reverence to the secrets those walls concealed. On the upper floor, Amal lay in deep slumber. Her body curled upon the white sheets, surrounded by a stillness so dense it felt like the room was sealed in glass, detached from the noise of the world. A faint beam of light crept beneath the door — a single flicker defying the suffocating dark. Her hands were still wrapped in medical bandages, their scent of antiseptic mingling with the delicate perfume that lingered in the air, a ghost of safer days. Then, the stillness broke — a single drop of blood slid from the wound on her hand, fell onto the cold floor, and bloomed into a dark circle,
