The timers began to fall together.
The screens behind the stage blinked numbers. Dozens of timers ticking in perfect rhythm. Hospitals from different places but same fear.
Yvonne stood in the center of the light, staring at the walls of countdowns. Every number felt like a heartbeat she could hear inside her skull.
This was too big, too many.
No single voice could hold this much weight.
The founder watched her with calm interest, his hands were folded behind his back again. To him, this was not horror, it was proof.
“You wanted responsibility,” he said softly into the microphone. “Here it is.”
The words hit hard than anything.
Yvonne forced herself to move and stepped closer to the screens.
“Open every channel,” she ordered.
Her voice carried authority.
Somewhere in the control
