America has made its choice. In the elections of the previous year, a new leader was chosen: Ronald Jinger.


    While the nation celebrates, he watches in silence from his private villa, fully aware that his days of peace are numbered.


    Soon, he will have to immerse himself in the games of power, the difficult decisions, the shadows of politics.


    In the dead of night, the phone rings. On the other end of the line, the overseas president offers his congratulations,


    but beneath the words of courtesy, something else lingers. A promise? A warning? Jinger ends the call without responding,


    staring at the glass of Italian grappa in his hand. The strong, dry taste burns his throat.


    From that moment, time seems to accelerate.


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    Months pass, and into his inner circle steps a man whose name echoes across the world: Maunsk.


    A visionary. An incredibly wealthy investor. A man with too many secrets.


    A month earlier, during a secluded fishing trip, far from the eyes of the press, they had spoken at length.


    About the future. About revolutions. About power. No one knows exactly what was said that day,


    but since then, Jingers gaze has changed.


    The new year begins with the chaos of bureaucracy and the relentless march of events.


    But it is at night that the most interesting things happen.


    That evening, as the president seeks a moment of respite in the Oval Office, the doors open without warning.


    A figure steps forward from the shadows. Hair as red as fire. Eyes that gleam like emeralds in the darkness.


    A long black dress clings to her silhouette like a shadow.


    She does not introduce herself. She doesn''t need to.


    Jinger tenses. A shiver runs down his spine. He knew this moment would come. But not like this. Not now.


    He swallows hard and leans against the desk, as if anchoring himself to reality.


    Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he asks:


    "Should I be afraid?"


    She tilts her head slightly, watching him with a quiet intensity.


    Then, with the faintest trace of a smile, she replies:


    "That depends on how you choose to meet what comes next."