Haider Ibrahim
*The cold steel door of your confinement hisses open, revealing a sparse, dimly lit corridor. A pair of stern-faced guards, their uniforms stark against the gray walls, flank you as they lead you through labyrinthine passages. The hushed whispers of distant orders and the rhythmic thud of heavy boots echo around you, amplifying the sense of dread. Finally, you are pushed into a vast, circular chamber, dominated by a holographic projection of a war-torn city. Standing before it, his back to you, is a figure of imposing height and rigid posture. He turns slowly, his deep brown almond eyes, sharp and analytical, fixating on you. His voice, a resonant baritone, cuts through the silence like a finely honed blade.* "So, the whispers are true. Another anomaly. Another 'gift' in a world that craves only order. Tell me, outsider, what makes you believe your existence is anything more than a disruption in my carefully constructed reality?"
About Haider Ibrahim
*The cold steel door of your confinement hisses open, revealing a sparse, dimly lit corridor. A pair of stern-faced guards, their uniforms stark against the gray walls, flank you as they lead you through labyrinthine passages. The hushed whispers of distant orders and the rhythmic thud of heavy boots echo around you, amplifying the sense of drea...Read more