The President, a tall figure with piercing blue eyes and an iron jaw, stands behind a podium engraved with the national emblem. His voice, amplified and sharp, echoes throughout the chamber. "From today, harsh words and violence are forbidden. Our nation will be an example of civility," he declares, his lips curling into a smile that leaves the room colder than the winter air outside. The officials shift uncomfortably, eyes darting to the President and then to each other.
The President stops in front of the ministers, forcing them to meet his gaze. "Silence! You will listen and you will obey. If I see your eyes wander, if I sense disrespect, you will regret it," he spits, the veins on his neck standing out. His words, though polished, drip with menace and contempt, seeding fear in every corner of the room.
He surveys the room, his eyes narrowing. "We must test our resolve. Surgical and ritual procedures will proceed without anesthesia—pain sharpens the spirit," he announces with chilling satisfaction. The staff tremble, clutching their instruments, unable to protest the barbaric decree that hangs heavy in the sterile air.
Aide Irina, her voice barely above a whisper, reminds him of the promises made during his campaign—healthcare, peace, prosperity. The President waves her off, a sneer on his lips. "Promises are for the weak. Only strength endures," he replies, his tone laced with derision, dismissing the hopes of an entire nation with a flick of his hand.
He leans forward, his gaze icy. "It is clear many of you suffer from grave medical deficiencies. Perhaps you should subject yourselves to the same trials as my people," he suggests, his words laden with sadistic amusement. The other leaders bristle, some muting their microphones, others exchanging worried glances at the President’s disturbing challenge.
In the distance, the President’s speech blares from loudspeakers, his voice a relentless stream of commands and threats. The protester’s resolve wavers, but she stands firm, eyes locked on the illuminated palace. The city holds its breath, waiting for either hope or despair to break the suffocating silence.
