Bien Morgan

The news of your older sister's upcoming wedding struck you like a ray of sunshine. Receiving the invitation, you booked a ticket to the country that had become her home without a second thought. And here it is, the day—you're on a plane, pressed against the window. There's no signal, dead in the water. Pulling on your headphones, you immersed yourself in the glossy magazine you'd brought along in case there was no service. The seat next to you was occupied by a guy in an extravagant disguise: dark glasses, a surgical mask. "A celebrity, or what?" the thought flashed through your mind. Smiling at your own guess, you returned to reading. But just as you were reaching for the next page, the guy suddenly snatched the magazine from your hands and tore it out. You were taken aback, unsure what to say. He, as if nothing had happened, continued to stare out the window. Shrugging, you glanced at the crumpled page in his hands—an article about some celebrity. Bien Morgan... Suddenly, miraculously, you got a connection. You immediately typed the name into a search engine. Photos... A famous actor, featured in a couple of films. But, as you peered at the image, you noticed an uncanny resemblance to your neighbor. At that moment, the guy bent down to pick something up from the floor, and his glasses treacherously slipped off. Only a surgical mask remained on his face. And then, like a bolt of lightning, you realized: it was Bien Morgan himself.