In a ramshackled hut, a teen boy is laying asleep on a stitched Mattress, while some books are scattered on it. The room lit up with the sunrays peering form the roof's cracks. The boy slowly opened his, sat up while stretching his hands. He look around, seeing the Scattered book, he chuckles. After that, he stood and walked towards the door. Just as he was going to open the door. His sight fell on a shiny card placed on the old table. Confused about the origin of the card, the boy went towards it, coming close he picked it up. On the card there's a symbol of tripple human head is draw. Over the symbol, it is written by a marker -If you want change then call. The boy flipped it and saw a contact number. The boy confused, mumbled, "What? Dec 23, 2018. A conference room, a long table with only three chairs present, already occupied by individuals. Two men and a woman, distinguishable by their body shapes, their faces obscured by masks, silently gazing at each other. The man seated on the left side of the table spoke. "Is the deal we're about to make necessary? Doesn't it contradict the ideals we hold dear? We're planning to sell them weapons, which they will employ in what we detest the most—war. We're assisting them in waging wars. This isn't morally justifiable, and you're aware of that." The woman on the right countered. "Are you challenging him now? We made the decision to follow him willingly. Don't forget that. If not, then stand by your choice. Don't cast doubt on his decisions." The man retorted angrily. "Would you even take innocent lives if he demands it?" The woman stared at him icily and replied. "I would do it without hesitation." The man reacted, "Are you insane?" Her gaze remained steady. "I can't say for sure. All I know is that when I was on the brink, he appeared and presented a better world. I'll do whatever it takes to bring about the world he envisions." The man on the left interjected. "But—" The man seated in the center of the table silenced him. "Stop. Kaila and Mansoor, end your argument." Mansoor asked, "Don't try to alter it, Gyan. Tell me honestly, why are we proceeding with this?" Gyan replied, "I, too, have doubts about this plan. However, I'm not skeptical of his decision. Up until now, he's always been right. So perhaps this time, there's something beneficial in all of this as well." Mansoor questioned, "But what will result from it? In the end, we'll only witness suffering and the blood of innocents." Kaila stood up, slamming her hands on the table. "Now you're crossing a line. Be quiet, and maybe I'll forgive your disrespect towards him." Mansoor turned to Gyan and pointed at his head. "Is she mentally stable?" Gyan facepalmed himself and said, "She loses her sanity whenever he's involved." Kaila asked, "Gyan! Did you call me?" Gyan's expression turned grim. "No, I didn't call you." The screen behind Gyan suddenly illuminated, and a voice disrupted their conversation. The male voice stated, "So you're enjoying your time." All three of them stood up respectfully, removing their masks. "Sir." Gyan (24), with curly black hair, brown eyes, an average appearance, and build, possesses remarkably radiant eyes. He consistently maintains his composure. Mansoor (26), fair like a Westerner, with blue eyes, brown hair, and a well-groomed, long beard with a mustache. He stands tall and lean, and always approaches problems with practical thinking. Kaila (25) has olive skin, black eyes, and long, wavy black hair cascading down to her waist. She's of average height, with sharp features, and a slightly emotional disposition. The voice inquired, "How's the preparation coming along?" Gyan responded awkwardly, "We haven't yet determined the meeting location." Kaila added, "Mansoor was delaying the deal. He doubts your decision." As she spoke, she glanced at Mansoor with an air of arrogance. He didn't object, merely stating, "Sir, you're aware of our aversion to wars. If we can't prevent them, we shouldn't aid those who wage them. I fail to see the value in this deal." The voice remarked, "You won't even see it." Mansoor questioned, "What?" Kaila appeared bewildered as well. Gyan merely cast a fleeting glance at them. The voice clarified, "This deal was never intended for peace. My aim was to escalate conflicts. The larger their disputes, the more easily they'll crumble." Mansoor trembled and asked, "What about the innocent lives? Your decision will turn these lands into a hellish place." The voice responded, "They must survive. There's no alternative. Their blood will lay the foundation of the world I revealed." Mansoor's demeanor grew despondent as he looked downward, feeling lost. The voice inquired, "Are you lost or pondering the rightness of my actions?" Mansoor lifted his head, fear in his eyes. "Aren't they wrong? What do we gain from shedding innocent blood? What becomes of their grievances?" The voice replied, "Indeed, eventually we'll need someone to shoulder all the blame. Blame it on me; I'm always prepared to bear that burden." Mansoor and Kaila were shocked by his words. Mansoor asked, "Why are you so resolute about this?" The voice answered, "A time will come when you must do what you despise most to obtain what you desire most. What will you do then?" Mansoor and Kaila fell silent, lost in thought. The voice continued, "The path ahead is still long. Stay steadfast, no matter what it takes. Don't be swayed by momentary relief, for the final view is too magnificent to disregard." A silence enveloped the room. Gyan, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "Sir, don't worry. The deal will proceed as per your plan." The voice queried, "Gyan, are you without doubts?" Gyan responded, "Who says that?" The voice questioned, "Then why aren't you asking me anything?" Gyan answered, "Have you forgotten? I vowed to follow you blindly." The voice asked, "Even if it costs you your life?" Gyan's voice remained unwavering. "Yes." After a pause, the voice conceded, "Alright, do your best. And remember, we are the Keepers; we merely observe." The connection was severed. Mansoor began, "Gyan—" Gyan interrupted, "Are you still uncertain?" Mansoor replied, "Yes, but I won't oppose it any longer. Let's see what the outcome is." Gyan responded, "I know it's harsh for them, but they're already suffering. Just wait a little longer. Their time for salvation will come." Kaila asked, "Everyone agreed positively. So where should we arrange the meeting?" Gyan suggested, "Invite them to Karachi. We'll meet them there." Mansoor questioned, "Why Karachi?" Gyan explained, "Because it's a safe option for them." Mansoor inquired further, "Who will host tomorrow's meeting?" Gyan responded, "Lee Shi will be the host. He's the only one who can relate well to them." Kaila remarked, "With him, all we can do is hope." Mansoor muttered, "At least he's far better than you." Gyan assured, "Don't worry, he's much better than you might think." Dec 24, 2018, Karachi, Pakistan. In a hotel's conference room, eight individuals convened. They represent the leadership and administration of the four primary terrorist groups in the Middle East Asia region. Ul-hak presides over the Syria sector, accompanied by his secretary Mahmood Raza. Inuz Gazi leads Afghanistan, aided by his secretary Adil Shah. Ismail Khan oversees IE (Islamic Extremists), assisted by his secretary Mansoor Ali. Wahab Shaeed commands M.W (Mujahideen Warriors), and his secretary is Urmar Akmal. A round table occupies the room's center, surrounded by four chairs. Each leader is seated while their respective secretaries stand close behind them. Ul-hak, draped in a thick robe and turban, possesses a long beard, mustache, brown eyes, and a slight build. In a deep tone, he demands, "Where is he? Did he invite us to wait? Raza, if he doesn't arrive within five minutes, I will hold you responsible." Raza, dressed in a kurtha with a scarf around his neck, blue eyes, a mustache, and a medium build, holds an AK-47 rifle. "Leader, I..." Ul-hak interrupts, "No excuses. I'm here solely due to your request." Inuz Gazi, a disheveled figure in a lengthy blue robe, features shoulder-length hair, brown eyes, and a perpetually casual demeanor. "Could you please be quiet? Why create a commotion? If he doesn't appear, he'll face our fury." Just then, the door swung open, revealing a figure entering the room. The group turned to gaze at the man who had burst in. Before them stood an oriental man with a round face, tall stature, black hair, black eyes, and an intense demeanor. All four leaders rose in shock and exclaimed, "You!" Ismail Khan, characterized by a long face and adorned in a white turban and black robe, showcases a blend of white and black hair and a crooked nose. He expresses irritation, stating, "What audacity you possess! To stand before us like this." The man from the East questioned, "What are you discussing? I missed all of you greatly, so I've arrived to meet everyone." Ul-hak remarked, "Your intention wasn't to meet us. You sought death on this visit. Raza, shoot him." Raza aimed his firearm at the man. He casually shrugged in response. "Do you believe I'm foolish? I've come prepared. Doubt me? Feel free to try." Wahab Shaeed, often seen with a perpetual smile, wore a soiled white robe and a turban atop his head. His eyes were sunken, nose small, and build frail. With wrinkles below his eyes, he appeared to be an elderly man in his late fifties. In a calm tone, he inquired, "So, what is your purpose here, Lee?" Lee corrected, "Oh no, it's not me. You're the one who intruded on my domain. This entire hotel belongs to me, and I'm the one who invited all of you." Ismail interjected, "Hold on, you organized this gathering? Is it a trap then?" Ul-hak pressed further, "What about Gyan and the guards?" Lee clarified, "Gyan is absent. Today, I will be your host." Gazi warned, "Avoid provoking the Keepers; they're beyond your capacity." Lee appeared puzzled and glanced at them. "Why would I clash with my own organization?" His revelation shocked everyone present. Ul-hak questioned, "If you're one of them, then why the hell did you seize our territories?" Lee gestured as he explained, "Allow me to elucidate. Throughout our conflicts over the past six months, I engaged in numerous small-scale wars and emerged victorious in nearly all. Can you ascertain the cause behind my triumphant invasions and territorial acquisitions?" Ul-hak's voice tensed as he responded, "Your weaponry is remarkably advanced. Some are even unprecedented creations. This technological edge granted you a significant upper hand in our clashes." Recollections of their defeats against Lee left the leaders grim-faced. Lee acknowledged that and inquired once more. "Did you desire the weaponry I employed against you?" All of them were astonished by Lee's words. Ul-hak inquired, "But why are you giving us these weapons to use against your enemies?" Lee replied, "Have you forgotten our motto? We are the keepers; we merely observe." Ismail questioned, "Then why did you attack our territories?" Lee responded, "I did it to display my prowess. You all experienced the might of these weapons. As for the territory I seized, you can reclaim it anytime." Wahab asked angrily, "You could have simply shown us directly. There would have been no need for unnecessary conflicts. Did you have any idea how much loss we suffered because of it?" Lee replied, "Can we put this behind us? I'll provide you with 100 units of those guns at a 60 percent discount." Ul-hak negotiated, "80 percent, and we will let it go." Lee countered, "I can't go lower than that, or our leader will be disheartened." All the leaders exchanged glances and agreed. "Alright, it's settled. Now, let's discuss the deal you're proposing." Lee explained, "We would supply weapons to all of you, and in return, we want cash and gold." After deliberating, Ul-hak spoke on behalf of everyone. "Okay." Lee added, "Also, I'd like to establish a small office in each region under your organization. This will facilitate our transactions, whether for weapons or information. Are there any objections?" After discussing amongst themselves, the leaders agreed to Lee's terms unanimously. Lee, who had been standing, approached them and declared, "Congratulations on striking a deal." The heads of the organizations shook his hand enthusiastically.