"Whether I'm a convict or not," Selena said, "watch this."
She clicked the mouse.
The ledgers vanished. In their place, a grainy black-and-white surveillance video filled the screen. Static crackled faintly in the background. The timestamp in the corner was from three years ago.
It showed an ICU room. An old man lay in bed, connected to life support. Chloe, in high heels, entered the room and glanced around.
Then she reached out and pulled the breathing tube he depended on to live.
The old man convulsed violently. He tried to press the call button, but Chloe pinned his wrist down. She pried apart his stiffening fingers, tore the old pocket watch bearing the Windsor crest from his hand, and walked out.
The entire arena went still except for the hiss of static from the video.
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