When fiction blurs into reality, all that remains is the storm. And this storm begins with rain—merciless, unrelenting, and unforgiving.
In a city rattling under its own secrets, Emily stands in the downpour like a figure carved from defiance and grief. She isn't just standing in the storm—she's challenging it, as though the weight she carries is heavier than the skies themselves. To watch her is to witness brilliance wrapped in beautiful dysfunction, a determination so raw it borders on darkness.
But Emily is not alone. Around her swarm the shadows of power—FBI, CIA, Secret Service—every badge and acronym you can imagine, converging on a single truth they can't yet name. They think they're here to contain chaos. What they don't know is that chaos has already chosen its messenger.
Then comes the revelation. A body sprawled across the crimson carpet of a once-sacred stage, a stage where power had been promised and patriotism sold. Now, it cradles a crime so intimate, so calculated, that it shakes the nation to its core. Murder? Assassination? Call it what you will—the tremors are only beginning.
Rumors spiral. Loyalties fracture. Trust corrodes. And amid the silence—the heavy, suffocating kind that grips your lungs—one truth becomes clear: this isn't about blood spilled in the Capitol. This began long before, in shadows no one dared to question.
Because every tragedy starts the same way. Quietly.
This is more than a political thriller—it's a descent into betrayal, obsession, and the dangerous cost of truth. The question is, when the storm finally breaks, will you be ready to face what comes out of the rain?