Around 10:45 AM on a Monday, three sleek black cars drove quickly into the main airport field in Kaduna North. Without wasting any time, they parked simultaneously with great precision, catching the attention of everyone in the vicinity. All the cars had identical license plates with large letters that read *BLUE 1, BLUE 2, BLUE 3.*

Calmly, the doors of two of the cars opened simultaneously, and six distinguished men stepped out, three from each car, all dressed in black suits and black glasses that concealed their eyes. A single glance at them was enough to recognize them as bodyguards. They formed a line and stood at attention, their faces expressionless.

One of the drivers quickly got out of the car, walked around, and opened the door carefully. An elderly, handsome, white man emerged, probably around 60 years old or older, wearing an elegant and expensive blue suit. He held a cane, the kind often used by seasoned intellectuals and wealthy individuals.

Another distinguished, dark-skinned elderly man stepped out as well. He appeared to be of the same age, though his face was marked with traditional tribal tattoos from his forehead to the bridge of his nose, and two long ones on his cheeks. He was also dressed in a suit, but his was ash-colored, and he too held a cane. A single glance at these men would reveal them as seasoned scholars, clearly wealthy and enjoying life.

They looked at each other and smiled, and then, speaking in English, the white man said, "Barr, shall we proceed?" The other responded, "OK, Dr., they're about to disembark as well." He replied, "OK," and they headed towards the passenger area of the terminal, which was already bustling with disembarking passengers, while their three escorts led the way and three others followed behind.

Two handsome young men stood out among the disembarking passengers, appearing to be around 30 years old—one fair-skinned and the other dark-skinned. The fair-skinned one was strikingly handsome, wearing an elegant and expensive blue traditional outfit tailored in the latest fashion, fitting him perfectly and highlighting his robust, well-built frame. His feet were adorned with stylish, expensive blue shoes.

The dark-skinned man wore a similar traditional outfit, but in ash color, and his face also bore traditional tattoos. Both men were clearly wealthy and well-off, as evidenced by the gold watches and rings on their hands, and the three expensive phones they each carried. Their ears were adorned with Bluetooth earpieces, adding to their impressive appearance.

Their faces radiated warmth and their presence was commanding. They walked confidently and composedly while their four escorts followed, carrying their luggage and laptops. After descending from the plane, the fair-skinned young man suddenly stopped, holding his head and grimacing in pain. He dropped his phones, clutched his head with both hands, closed his eyes, and let out a terrifying scream that echoed through the terminal before collapsing like a lifeless body.

*What's happening?*

In a state of panic, the dark-skinned young man rushed to him, along with their escorts, lifting him while exclaiming, "Innalillahi! *BLUE,* what's wrong with you?" Just then, the elderly men arrived at the scene. The fair-skinned elder dropped his cane and held the handsome young man, asking in distress, "Oh my boy, what is wrong with you?"

He then looked at the dark-skinned young man and asked frantically, "Bulama, is my son sick?" Bulama replied fearfully, "No, Dad, we were all in good health when we left." The elder exclaimed, "Subhanallah! Then what is wrong with him?" Bulama, still panicking, replied, "I don't know, Papa, but I know he was perfectly fine." Papa said, "This is not the time to discuss this. Let's take him to the hospital immediately."

Quickly, the escorts lifted him and placed him in the car, while Papa also got in, placing Blue's head on his lap and stroking his soft hair, saying, "Oh my darling boy, open your eyes, please." Bulama and the others quickly got in as well, and the cars sped out of the terminal, heading t

Today, the city of Zaria awoke to a hazy sky with a strong, biting wind typical of the harsh winter season. The cold was intense, penetrating the body deeply. Since it was winter and Zaria is known for its severe cold, everyone was seen wearing warm clothing to protect themselves from the extreme weather. However, this did not stop people from going about their daily activities as usual.