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Controlled Chaos

Author: Tyson Roy
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-25 15:35:08

Observation Room – The Rehabilitation Society

The observation room didn’t feel like part of a wellness facility. It felt like the VIP box at a private execution. Sleek, temperature-controlled, with glass so spotless it disappeared between her and the scene unfolding below.

Isabella stood motionless, arms crossed over her chest. The only sound was the low mechanical whir of hidden air vents, and the quiet pulse of her unsettled breath.

Below, behind the one-way glass, the therapy room sat like a cold surgical theatre. Round. Windowless. Unforgiving. The lights were harsh, deliberately designed to expose everything and comfort nothing.

At its center: one man. Late fifties. Gaunt. Sweating through his tailored shirt. He gripped the armrests of the high-backed chair like a man holding on for life. Isabella glanced at the tablet in her hand—Subject M-47. A disgraced CEO. Embezzlement. Layoffs. Scandal. According to the file, today marked his “reprogramming milestone.”

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