EPISODE 1 — THE CHAIR 

A concrete room. A figure in a long black robe, working in silence at a metal table covered with instruments. Élyas, bound to a chair, watches without understanding. When the figure turns — a smooth white mask, a hollow triangle carved into the forehead — he realizes this is not an interrogation. It is an extraction. “We don’t need your name. We don’t need your story. We need what’s inside your head.” Three weeks earlier, none of this had happened yet.