The questioning room was silent, the kind of silence that pressed down on the chest and made every breath feel heavier than it should.
Jayden stood still for a moment before sitting across the steel table. His eyes didn't leave the man handcuffed to the chair...
Liam Thompson, once the President of Icelandia, now nothing more than a prisoner.
The light above flickered faintly, the hum of electricity filling the space. Liam's eyes were sunken, and his once-proud shoulders slumped forward like a man carrying the weight of mountains.
Jayden leaned forward, his eyes calm but sharp. After being carried by the weights of the incoming threats, he had finally created a time to deal with the prisoners.
These people who had almost caused utter chaos for this nation. He would be joking if he says he didn't have the urge to bash his skull right at that moment, but what good would that bring?
