Echo.

Caesar's anger was like thunder, a storm that raged through the room that we stood in. He was furious, and in his wrath, he ordered Noah to be thrown into a cell. His words were harsh, a thunderous accusation that echoed through the air. He placed the blame squarely on my shoulders, as if I were the architect of this turmoil.

The weight of his accusation bore down on me, and I felt a deep sense of hurt and frustration. It was a stark reminder of the days when I had first arrived here, an outsider in a world of hostility. I had been subjected to torture and torment...