My voice cracked through the silence of the night.
Lights went on in the core area one after another. Shadows moved. Shocked and uncertain murmurs drifted closer.
The footsteps of patrols hurried toward the command post.
Ethan's face turned deathly pale. She struggled to stand, pointing at me, her hand trembling.
"Sylvia Hale! You're undermining the stability of the Safe Zone! Creating panic!"
"Panic?"
I turned back, my eyes ice-cold.
"Is it more panic-inducing than a commander who bends the rules and treats lives like grass?"
The office door was shoved open. Fully armed guards rushed in, their gun barrels pointing at me in unison.
Then, several mid-to-high-level managers of the Safe Zone arrived at the noise, crowding at the door. Seeing the scene inside—a disheveled Ethan, a com
