Celia
The room was all cement and cinderblock, except the ceiling. Above her head, she saw that the ceiling was about twenty feet high, but rows of heavy cross-beams lined it a few feet below that. Along each beam there were metal eyelets and chains for suspension and Celia took in a steady breath. The incredible silence that filled the room made it feel more isolating and Celia couldn't hear anything that was going on outside of it, but she knew they were still arguing. Neither Commander Lucas nor Commander Tristan had gotten any questions out before they agreed to leave her alone in the room to continue their argument away from her. Veiled in concern over protocol, Celia knew that Commander Lucas had planned it from the beginning, but she still wasn't sure what was awaiting her. She sat
