# CHAPTER 0:- THE INTERVIEW
"You want to know about Kavya?"
The woman across the table looked up slowly. Eyes dark and tired. Her voice low—measured. Her name: Agasta. The only known person who ever got close to Kavya Chandan.
"She was stubborn. Brilliant. Quiet, but she had this fire in her. If she made up her mind about something, that was it—no turning back." A soft, dry laugh escaped her lips. "And God knows I tried to turn her back."
The interviewer, young and slightly nervous, leaned forward. His recorder blinked red between them.
"Do you think she made it?" he asked gently.
Agasta didn't answer right away. She looked toward the open window beside her. Wind carried the distant sound of traffic, laughter, and a faint echo of a public broadcast looping old mission footage.
"No one comes back the same from something like that," she said finally. "Even if they do come back."
Silence stretched between them.
Then she smiled—small and sad.
"But sometimes… late at night, when the sky is clear and the city's quiet… I still leave my window open." "Just in case."