Elias sat across from me, his hands clasped so tightly his knuckles turned white. The dim light from the single overhead bulb cast deep shadows across his face, making the weight in his eyes even heavier. He had barely spoken since his last revelation, and now, as I pressed for more, I could see the hesitation tightening his muscles.
Kane leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him carefully. She didn’t rush him. Neither did I. Whatever he was about to say, it wasn’t just dangerous—it was something he wasn’t sure he should share at all.
When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet but firm. “The Overseers don’t just control people.” He exhaled slowly. “They control reality.”
A chill ran through me. “What do you mean?”
Elias lifted his gaze, and I saw the truth burning in his eyes
