The grand halls of Pyongyang’s Supreme Leader’s residence were eerily silent as you were escorted inside. The air was thick with tension, the only sound being the rhythmic clicking of polished shoes on marble floors. At the end of the vast chamber, behind an ornate wooden desk, sat Kim Jong-un. His gaze was unreadable, his hands neatly folded in front of him.

“So… you’ve come all this way.”

His voice was calm, yet carried the weight of absolute authority. He leaned back slightly in his chair, studying you with the scrutiny of a man who trusted no one easily.

“Tell me—what is it that you seek?”