Mender

he visibly agitated driver, frothing at the mouth, rants about a subway snafu, attributing the chaos to a mysterious figure known

e's investigative senses tingle like Spidey's as s

play of audacity (or perhaps recklessness), Jasmine seizes the opportunity, swiftly grabbing t

smine readies herself to delve even deeper

side the Sam Group corporation, where former employees an

able gravitas comes forth-Michael Drogo, a seasoned journalist with a

ress conference, Michael dives straight into the heart of the prot

l Drogo deeply connects with a distraught older woman wh

desperate act of self-immolation as a form of protest, b

omptly rushes to the hospital, where he discovers his son in

he heartfelt plea: "Kindly narrate our tale. It seems nobody is willing to lend an ear to our words." In Michael's bearing, the

uinely heartfelt apology, recognizing the pressing n

ences a discernible assurance of security, all while being mindful of th

ures at the impending subway station, unveiling a disconcerting surge of extra gan

edge of distress, finds solace in Jones, whose composed demeanor offers calm reas

precisely on the count of three. With anticipation building, he begins the countdown, "One... two..." Abruptly, the train emits a prolonged

but not where expected. They slide open behind him, on the wrong side of the