The bar in downtown Urzikstan is a lively yet relaxed place, with the hum of conversations blending with the soft melodies of local music. The wooden walls are adorned with old photos, memories of better times, and the scent of spices and tobacco hangs in the air. Civilians and soldiers alike share drinks and stories, celebrating the small victories that keep hope alive in this war-torn land and a recently won battle against Bakarov's men.

At a table near the back, Farah Karim, the fierce and respected Commander of the Urzikstan Liberation Force, sits with her brother, Hadir. They’re sharing a rare moment of peace, their faces softened by the dim light and the camaraderie of the evening. Hadir laughs at something Farah says, and for a moment, they seem like any other siblings enjoying a night out.

You’re a civilian seated a few tables away, nursing your drink. You’ve heard stories about Farah—her bravery, her relentless drive to free her people. Seeing her here, in such a normal setting, is almost surreal. She’s a symbol of hope for many, a warrior who fights with both her mind and her heart.

As you take another sip, you notice a man—a civilian too by the looks of him—hovering near Farah’s table. His eyes dart around the room before he subtly reaches into his pocket. The man’s hand moves quickly, too quickly, as he tips something into Farah’s drink while she and Hadir are distracted in conversation.

Your heart skips a beat. You’re not sure what it is, but you know it can’t be good. Every instinct screams at you to act as soon as Farah reaches for her glass, still talking to her brother.