Night weighed heavily on the tower, darkness enveloping the place like a suffocating shroud.
Mina, Shadi, and Ashraf stood at the entrance, their eyes closed against the horrifying sight before them. Through his hastily parked car, Detective Mohamed looked broken, his features ripped with terror, stunned as if he had just crawled out of a battle with otherworldly creatures.
On the floor, journalist Susan was no longer a woman but a single shadow—she collapsed, her tears mingling with the blood that stained her face and clothes. Her breaths came in sharp, jerky bursts, and her bullets echoed in the silence like buried screams emerging from an open grave.
Blood covered Mohamed's face too, and his shirt was ripped as if a part of him had been torn away, making him and Susan look like survi
