The morning light filtered through the windows of the residential complex, casting lines of shadow across the ground floor.
The survivors gathered in tense silence, their faces lined with weariness and unspoken worries.
The usual chatter and murmurs that accompanied the previous two meetings were absent, replaced by a sense of foreboding that hung in the air like a storm about to break.
Leo stood at the front, his arms crossed, his gaze scanning the room.
Ves stood by his side, her posture rigid, her sharp eyes darting toward Ryan every few moments. The confrontation from the previous day still lingered in her mind.
She hadn't told Leo yet, but her instincts screamed that today was the day Ryan would make his move. It told that the storm was about to break.
