The photographer approached the gate, his footsteps echoing through the morning air. As he caught sight of the men in black, his heart skipped a beat. Their imposing figures seemed to loom over him.
At first, he was scared. But Mira's assurance that everything was okay echoed in his mind, calming his nerves.
"Good morning," he greeted, trying to sound casual as he touched the gate, thinking he'd be able to open it.
But instead of a friendly response, he felt a sudden jolt of electricity from the gates.
"What does this mean?" he asked, confusion etched on his face.
One of the security personnel stepped forward, his voice firm.
"Where were you last night?" he asked.
The photographer hesitated.
"Where exactly am I coming from? What sort of question is that?" he replied, trying to soun
