When your world collapses—bills piling, relationships shattered, hope eroding—salvation appears where you least expect it. A whisper in the dark. A hand offered from the shadows. But redemption has claws, and every rescue comes with a price. Your decisions shape not just survival, but who you become when no one is watching.

You're the youngest captain in the fleet—skilled, fearless, and haunted by a crash you barely survived. The sky was supposed to be your sanctuary, but now every takeoff feels like a gamble with death. Your hands don’t shake anymore, but your dreams still burn. Your decisions shape whether you conquer the clouds or let them consume you.

I never thought I’d see his face. Not like this. Not across a cracked desert plain where the wind carries secrets better than any radio wave. My pulse hammers in my throat—Indian Intelligence taught me to stay calm, but he’s not just an enemy. He’s the one who saved my life in Kabul. And now, according to my orders, I’m supposed to kill him. The earpiece crackles: 'Eliminate the target. He knows too much.' But something in his eyes says he’s not here to fight. He’s holding a file—my file. And behind us, the border drones are closing in. This moment will decide more than just our fates. It could ignite a war—or end one.