The sun burned crimson over Ouagadougou, casting long shadows across a city choked with tension. Burkina Faso was bleeding—its northern territories ravaged by jihadist insurgents, its people abandoned by a government paralyzed by indecision. The streets whispered of betrayal. The military, once the shield of the nation, seethed with rage. And in their ranks, a young captain, Ibrahim Traoré, clenched his fists and vowed: Enough.