~Narrator’s~

“No one thought the queen would fall. Not like this.”

The press huddles outside the towering glass walls of the Tora City Investigation Headquarters. Their voices are low but charged with frenzy. The clouds sit still over the skyline, almost like they’re holding their breath with everyone else. Reporters don’t shout anymore. Even the street cameras seem to blink slower today.

Inside the topaz-floored atrium, the echo of quiet footsteps hits like a countdown.

Adele Whitehall’s fate is no longer a rumour.

The evidence is done—finalized. Stamped. She’s guilty. Wire fraud. Tampering with medical records. Funding illegal prototypes through stolen investor pools at Lunora BeautyTech. Everything’s been cross-checked across...