Day Twenty-Two | 9:14 PM | March 4th, 2025
Tuesday. Still the worst day of the week.
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Someone died today.
I'm going to write that again because it still feels strange sitting in my chest. Someone died today. In this building. In a corridor twenty metres from where people were eating dinner and talking about the pool reopening or something...
A dark blue uniform. According to the rumours, grey uniforms walked him into a corner with no cameras and when they walked back out, he didn't.
Cullen told me at dinner like he was delivering important information and expecting a reaction. I gave him a face that probably looked like I was listening. I was listening. I just stopped wanting to hear more of it about halfway through.
There are apparently faces. Numbers. The officers pulled them from the footage. But nobody in the general population knows who they are yet. Everyone is looking at everyone else at dinner with the specific sideways look of people recalculating who they trust.
