Afternoon – Confessional Room
The next name called was Emma.
She entered calmly, head high.
The screen lit up.
"Do you feel like you still belong here?"
Emma smiled softly. "More than ever."
"Do you think someone else should have left instead of you?"
She paused. Then: "It doesn't matter what I think. We're still here. We move forward."
"Would you turn on the others if it meant staying until the end?"
She laughed. "Nice try."
The screen stayed dark for a moment.
Then:
"Your honesty is being measured."
Emma leaned back, unfazed. "Then you better be ready for the truth."
Chapter: Cracks in the Panel
While the group remained united, the same couldn't be said for those behind the curtain.
Inside the control center tucked away behind the villa's southern wing, the panel of ten superfans monitored multiple live feeds. The room was dim, lit by flickering screens and lined with coffee cups, notebooks, and cables.
