The cynical gleam in Kent's eyes swept around the crowd before he finally let me go,

simultaneously pulling out his phone to start a video. The familiar dim darkness flooded over me once more.

It felt as though my already shattered dignity, trampled into oblivion, was being trodden on once again.

Suddenly, things started to spin, and I felt a tug as Kent caught me just as I was about to fall. He held me close to him, raising his phone in the other hand, and asked,

"Any media outlet willing to take responsibility for their words and actions? Please step forward.”

The reporters exchanged glances, hesitant. After a brief...