They're lying on the bed now, Dima... Ari and Sofia too... A strange moment of calm before the coming storm.
Malik: Well... we must try again. Uncle Hussein must die first... no room for hesitation.
Dima (with a dark smile):
Of course you will.
Malik (whispering, his eyes fixed on the darkness):
Let's keep an eye on Miranda... This maid seems cunning, very cunning for her own good.
Dima (with a sly smile): There she is, I see her now, fast asleep.
Malik (commandingly): Come closer... Grab her by the neck.
Suddenly, in a flash, Dima's shadow began to take shape, curling into a dark entity, stealthily slipping into Miranda's room like a silent spirit.
The door opened slowly, its sharp sound shattering the villa's stillness. Dima's ghostly form slid inside, its chill spreading like p
