Third-person POV
Knowing very well that she had nowhere to turn or hide, Jella started to laugh. It wasn't a normal laugh, not the kind that came from amusement or relief, but something broken and uneven that echoed through the hall in a way that made everyone around her uneasy. It came out sharp at first, then louder, then louder again, until it sounded almost painful, like something inside her had snapped and there was no way to put it back together.
The guards standing nearby exchanged glances, clearly unsure of what to do, while the reporters who had gathered didn't dare interrupt, their cameras still pointed directly at her, capturing every second of the moment that was quickly turning into something no one had expected.
