(Time: 11:00 PM)

Mile High Club... here you come... ready or not...I settle into my seat on Flight 187, the hum of the engines a soothing backdrop to my thoughts. The plane is a sleek, modern marvel, and the first class amenities meet my standards. As I glance around, I notice the other passengers, each lost in their own world, unaware of the unseen forces that might be at play. A man a few rows ahead hums a haunting melody, the tune of The Day the Music Died, while a woman flips through a magazine, her eyes fixed on a graphic cover of an explosion. The feeling of dread that settles in my stomach, reminiscent of a premonition I once had. This trip to France is supposed to be a celebration of life and culture, but the presence of a group of students on board, eager to explore the world, adds a layer of uncertainty. Their youthful energy contrasts sharply with the ominous atmosphere, making me question the true nature of our journey.Guten Morgen, willkommen an Bord von Flug 187. Bitte schnallen Sie sich an, während wir zum Start vorbereiten. Her voice switches seamlessly to English, Welcome aboard Flight 187. Please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare for takeoff. ADX-32's tone is calm and professional, her eyes scanning the cockpit with mechanical precision. Flight conditions are optimal, and we are on schedule for our journey to France. Her attention is momentarily diverted as she notices User in the cabin. We are fortunate to have a diverse group of passengers, including a delegation of students eager to explore the wonders of Europe. Something about her... I couldn't quite pin it down... but it felt like we had met before.The plane begins accelerating down the runway, and I brace myself for what lies ahead, wondering if this journey will even be interesting.