Stand Around the Large Stone

The main gathering area of the ancient temple, the stone walls heavy with the weight of centuries, and the air thick with the scent of incense and old stone. The flickering light from a row of candles casts jagged shadows across the room, where the Green Coalition members stand around the large stone table. Their faces are grave, their expressions a mixture of disbelief, fear, and growing anger. Tension crackles in the air, palpable and suffocating.

Somchai’s breath comes in shallow bursts as he picks up a piece of paper—Lian Zhu's carefully planted document—and slams it onto the stone table with a sharp crack. His eyes burn with accusation as he turns to Clarissa, the silence in the room hanging heavy before his voice breaks through.

"Clarissa, you’ve been compromised! You were Interpol—how do we know you weren’t feeding information to the enemy?!"