The final day of the trial began beneath a sky heavy with gray clouds. The air outside the courthouse carried the metallic scent of rain, and Marrin stood at the entrance for a moment before stepping inside, letting the chill ground her in reality. Every sound felt amplified—the shuffle of reporters' feet, the click of cameras, the murmured speculation that followed her every move.
She moved forward without hesitation. Her heels struck the marble floor in precise rhythm, echoing down the hallway like the steady ticking of a clock. For weeks, she had felt trapped between dimensions—her body rooted in this world while her consciousness flickered between fragments of memory, code, and something far more elusive.
But today felt different. Solid. Real.
Inside the courtroom, the tension was s
