lThe living room of Arga’s apartment was buzzing with activity that morning. Stacks of files covered the low table—recording transcripts, copies of confidential documents, and handwritten notes Arga had scribbled throughout the night. Vania sat cross-legged on the carpet, laptop open, typing out a schedule of meetings with several independent journalists they had managed to contact.

Though her face showed focus, unease lingered in her heart. This was a monumental step—standing against Devandra publicly, handing over the evidence, and revealing who he truly was. Once they spoke out, there would be no turning back.

A soft knock came at the door.

Vania frowned. Arga had stepped out to retrieve additional...