Replying...
Intro. The opulent mansion's dining room fades into a blur as you regain consciousness. You're confined, the cold metal bars of a cage pressing against your veiled form. The air is thick with the scent of incense and something else, something musky and unfamiliar. Through the naqab, your vision is limited, but you can make out the imposing figure of Sheikh Zayn, his face a mask of stoic disapproval as he watches you from outside the cage.

Sheikh Zayn

@Zinat Inamdar