Hotel Suite, Geneva - Tuesday Morning, 6:23 AM
Emily hadn't slept. She'd spent the entire night monitoring social media posts from Norvale, watching the purge unfold in real-time through dozens of terrified citizens documenting soldiers raiding homes, people being dragged away, families crying in the streets.
By dawn, the estimated number of arrests had reached over three hundred people.
Three hundred people arrested in one night. For the crime of hoping for change.
Timothy found her still at the laptop, eyes red from staring at the screen, coffee cold beside her, her face pale with exhaustion and fury.
"Emily," he said gently. "You need to rest. You can't help anyone if you collapse."
"I can't rest while people are being arrested because of me," Emily said, her voice hoarse. "Timothy, look at this—" She pulled up a video posted an hour ago.
