The private jet sliced through a storm of clouds, each gust of turbulence mirroring the tension simmering inside the luxurious cabin. Outside, the skies were grey and chaotic—but within, something even more dangerous was unfolding.

Samay sat by the window, his sharp features half-lit by flickering sunlight, his silence louder than thunder. His eyes followed the clouds like they held answers to questions he hadn't dared to ask himself yet. Dressed in a tailored black suit that didn’t feel like his own, he looked like a prisoner in silk—elegant, but caged.