Chapter 18 Black Mirror

• The tension in the interrogation room was palpable, the dim light casting shadows over Commander Bleak’s stern expression. “You owe him no allegiance, Emily,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through the silence. “To my knowledge, he even defiled you.”
• The words hung heavy in the air, echoing in the isolated dark room, empty except for two chairs and the metallic table that separated them. Emily’s gaze drifted past the commander, landing on the one-way mirror behind him. Her disappointment was evident as she spoke, her voice laced with bitterness. “Unfuckingbelievable! And I thought I could trust you.”
• Behind the mirror, Daryl stood silently, his face a mixture of shame and regret as he absorbed her words.