Chapter 11: Unmasked
Suddenly, the large projection screens behind Eleanor flickered and turned black. The ambient classical music cut off, replaced by a harsh audio hiss.
""What is the meaning of this?"" Eleanor said into the microphone, keeping her smile firm as she turned toward the tech stage.
Then, a video began to play on the massive screens.
It was shot from inside Cabin 4. The audio played clearly through the high-end sound system: the sound of a heavy hammer smashing a padlock, followed by Eleanor’s own voice on an audio log: Subject: Lily Davis. Non-compliant. Isolation protocol extended.
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The ballroom went dead silent. Guests exchanged bewildered, horrified looks as footage of the cold, bare room with the heavy chains flashed across the screens, followed by pages of medical reports bearing Eleanor's official signature.
Eleanor’s composure shattered. Her eyes darted frantically around the room. ""Turn that off! Turn it off immediately!"" she demanded, her voice losing its calm veneer and revealing a sharp, shrill desperation.
