The Confrontation
Your voice cracks through the assembly speakers as Vey's confession plays. The hum of a thousand held breaths breaks into a roar—half the chamber surges toward the council dais, half toward you.
Guards lock the doors. Vey stares, unreadable. Tonight, the moderator announces, voice trembling. The vote happens tonight. Rifles gleam along the walls. Your hands won't stop shaking.