The moment Emeliana, Luca, Mattia, and June step into the main hall downstairs, the shift in atmosphere is immediate. The space is large, open, built to host celebrations and funerals alike, and today it seems caught somewhere between the two, filled with bodies standing shoulder to shoulder, voices hushed, eyes attentive, every person aware that history is being shaped right here, in this very moment.
At the front of the room, Demetrio and Cartelli take their places without ceremony, their combined presence commanding attention through familiarity alone. Demetrio stands tall, shoulders squared, his expression thoughtful, his mind already turning over contingencies and consequences, while Cartelli remains a step closer to the crowd, arms crossed loosely, his gaze scanning the room with a
