The downfall began not with a scream, but with a quiet, insistent knocking on Khamis's dorm room door long after midnight. Zaid was asleep in his own room when his phone buzzed, once, then twice. He ignored it and rolled over, unaware of the disaster.
Khamis, bleary-eyed and annoyed, had opened the door to find two serious-faced men in plain clothes holding up official badges. "Are you Kamal Khamis? We need you to come with us."
The panic was immediate and cold. They were polite but firm, ushering him into an unmarked car. At the police station, under the harsh fluorescent lights, they laid it out for him. The "SuperSlim" herbal tea. The video he'd made months ago, showing a dramatic "transformation" and raving about its "miraculous" properties, had gone mega-viral. And now, the Ministry
