I didn’t sleep at all that night, though I tried. My mind wouldn’t rest; every time I closed my eyes, thoughts snapped me back awake. When the guard came for me in the morning, I was already wide-eyed, nerves taut as they led me to a part of the base I hadn’t seen before.
The guard opened the door, and I stepped into a room that resembled a lecture hall. Rows upon rows of chairs leveled upward toward the back, creating an academic atmosphere.
But what surprised me the most, what left my stomach knotting, was that there were people in most of the chairs. Their eyes followed me, thick with expectation.
This didn’t look like a trial. Something felt off—like I was on display, not being judged but showcased. Was this some bizarre demonstration? Or was I being offered up as a warning? The unc
