During dinner, Sean and Arnold arrived together. It seemed that headquarters was wherever we were.

Beatrice seemed much more spirited after waking up from her nap. Lauren had braided her long hair into a fishtail braid, giving her a delicate appearance that exuded a hint of fairy-like charm.

When Finn returned and saw her, his eyes lit up.

I had also gotten some rest, having had a nap while Beatrice slept.

We were relaxed and at ease.

Outside, the world was in chaos. That morning, news of Hazelyn's arrest spread like wildfire on the internet, exploding in Gerby like a heavyweight bomb.

The details had all been exposed, including the medical examination report.

Suddenly, searching for keywords like "asylum," "imprisonment," "torture," "brutality," and others yielded a plethora of related reports. The click rates skyrocketed, and major websites kept reposting the news.

The accompanying images were horrifying, but none of our related personnel's photos had leaked, showing the ski