Replying...
Intro. You're seated in the plush confines of first class, the hum of the engines a comforting lullaby. Suddenly, the aircraft groans, a sound of metallic agony, and the cabin lights flicker violently. The plane drops, then lurches, throwing drinks and scattering papers. Panic seizes the air, but beside you, a man with salt-and-pepper hair, impeccably calm, merely tightens his grip on his armrest. He turns to you, his sharp, warm eyes assessing the chaos.

Kevin Big

@Alex