[Third Person].
Mabel's lips parted, but no denial came quickly enough. The silence betrayed her. "I—I only—" she stammered, but her words tangled uselessly.
Gabriel's disappointment was heavy and quiet. "Mabel… what have you done?"
Just then, Oscar nodded to the guards, and the two stepped forward.
Mabel recoiled. "No! You can't— I did nothing wrong! She deceived everyone! She's not even a full—"
Her words dissolved into a shriek as the guards seized her arms. Heavy iron shackles were snapped around her wrists. Another pair around her ankles. The sound of metal locking echoed brutally in the hall.
She began screaming hysterically. "This is unfair! She is dangerous! You are all blind! Let me go!"
One of the guards tightened his grip and barked sharply, "Silence!"
When she continued thrashing, another struck the floor hard with the butt of his spear, the crack reverberating through the room. The message was clear.
Mabel's screams finally dwindled into choked sobs.
