Selena shrieked, “Turn it off! Shut it down!”
But the screen flared again, showing a younger Selena bullying another she-wolf, this one in a high school uniform. More clips flooded the display—multiple videos playing at once, a cacophony of screams mixing with Selena’s frenzied cries.
She lunged for the control booth, but a burly wolf, posing as security, blocked her, slapping her to the ground. “You! You drove my daughter to jump to her death, ruined my family, forced us to flee!”
Staff members abandoned their posts, rushing forward to accuse her, landing blows. Each one was a victim or a victim’s kin—Selena’s body count wasn’t just one.
Online pleas for help or reports to enforcers had always been silenced. Her victims either died or groveled until she was satisfied, only for her to
