Several hours had passed since the interrogations began.
Room after room of testimony, Imperial heirs providing their accounts first, then Noble team leaders, then the surviving commoners who'd lived through hell and somehow made it back.
The final interrogation room door opened and six figures emerged into the hallway, their faces showing the exhaustion of people who'd been processing information for hours without rest.
Ashley Blackheart led the group, her black hair remained pulled into that severe bun and her black eyes showing the kind of clinical focus that came from years of SFD work.
Beside her walked Deputy Commissioner Warren James, also S rank, his grey hair and lined face showing someone who'd seen too much over too many years. His police uniform was immaculate despite the late hour, his bearing military-precise.
