A Storm of Voices, A Promise Made
"Fine then, do whatever you want. I just want to ask your friend here, what she has done with my uncle."
The moment Lisa's words fell—
It was like a spark thrown into dry grass.
The crowd ignited.
Voices burst out from every direction, overlapping, clashing, rising into a chaotic storm that swallowed the quiet corridor whole.
A boy stepped forward, eyes bloodshot, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned pale.
"Where did you hide my brother?!"
Another voice cut in before the first could settle.
A girl—her voice trembling, but loud, desperate—
"What have you done to my cousin?!"
From the side, another student pushed through, his face twisted with anger and fear.
"Where's my brother-in-law?!"
And then—
More.
Too many.
Voices stacked on top of voices, each carrying grief, anger, panic—raw emotions spilling without restraint.
"My uncle hasn't returned!"
"My father disappeared!"
"My sister too!"
