Dr. Sarah Chen arrived at Silvercrest on a grey Thursday morning that threatened rain but never delivered. Sera watched from the pack house entrance as the specialist’s vehicle rolled up the drive. Chen stepped out with calm, measured movements—the posture of someone accustomed to entering fragile environments.
She appeared to be in her fifties, dressed in neutral tones that suggested authority without intimidation. Her gaze was observant but warm, scanning the territory without making it feel judged. Everything about her suggested she was there to help.
Torres had personally vouched for her. That mattered. What mattered more was the file Sera had reviewed three times before approving the visit: thirty years of trauma work across five continents, expertise in cult deprogramming and force
