Everyone in the interrogation room was silent.
Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. Even the occasional sound of someone shifting in their seat had disappeared. The air itself seemed to have thickened, holding the weight of what they had just heard.
They were all watching Philip's side of the barrier, listening to the last few words of his account as they settled into the quiet like sediment.
They had heard terrible things since the investigation began. They had listened to testimonies from workers, uncovered information about the different houses, and learned about the countless lives that had been destroyed by the organization. They had thought they had already seen enough to understand just how cruel those people were.
Apparently, they hadn't.
