Silence cloaks the room like a heavy fog. The brothers sit frozen, their faces etched with a mosaic of emotions. Atlas and Devin wear matching masks of confusion, while Benjamin's features sag under the weight of somber realization. Cassius, however, remains a simmering cauldron of rage, his scowl unwavering. Benjamin finally breaks the oppressive quiet. “You know, I’ve known for a while that Melody was being treated differently than us.”
“Well duh, she is a female, she’s lower than us,” Cassius rolled his eyes with his statement.
“No, I mean, I have had my suspicions that Melody is being whipped. Every morning at the temple, her back would either be balmy or sometimes there would be blood stains on her dress. Up until recently, I was only suspicious, but our recent conversations with Me
