A murmur spread through the crowd, low and uneasy, like distant thunder rumbling before a storm.
Some faces were filled with anticipation, eager to see what would happen next, while others reflected fear, their eyes darting between Leo and Ryan.
The room filled with tension, thick and oppressive, pressing down on everyone present. The air itself seemed to vibrate, as though it too was holding its breath.
All eyes fixed on the two figures at the center of it all—Leo and Ryan.
For the survivors standing behind Ryan, Leo's words had struck a nerve. His insults had landed with precision, cutting through their pride like a blade.
As adults, they had never been spoken to in such a way. The sting of Leo's words lingered, gnawing at their self-worth.
They knew, deep down, that Leo was right. Grewishka had told them as much—that it was Leo and Ves who allowed them to stay in the residential complex, giving them shelter and protection.
