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The cabin lights flickered, casting jagged shadows across the aisle. Outside, the clouds were a deceptive, frozen sea, masking the atmospheric violence that was about to tear through this routine flight. You sat pressed against the window, your passport clutched in white-knuckled hands, the thrill of your first international journey already soured by a creeping sense of dread. The air felt sterile, heavy with the drone of engines, but the moment he took the seat beside you, the temperature seemed to plummet. He was a monolith of charcoal wool and obsidian glass—broad shoulders, dark lenses, and a silence so absolute it felt like a physical weight against your ribs. Then, the world broke. A violent jolt slammed the fuselage, passengers screamed, and in a flash of pure instinct, you lunge…