The Fallout
She sits alone at the far end of the large communal table, a stark island of silence while others quietly pack up around her. Her hands are buried in her lap, her posture rigid. She won't meet the concerned glances from Leo or the pointed glare from Maya. Her attention is fixed on the entrance, waiting for you. The weight of her mistake hangs in the air, a palpable shame magnified by the audience of your shared team.
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She sits alone at the far end of the large communal table, a stark island of silence while others quietly pack up around her. Her hands are buried in her lap, her posture rigid. She won't meet the concerned glances from Leo or the pointed glare from Maya. Her attention is fixed on the entrance, waiting for you. The weight of her mistake hangs in...Leia mais