All Chapters of Wounded Rose of Garden Metro: Chapter 111 - Chapter 117

They locked Jonas Vale in a room with no windows.It wasn’t a dungeon. Garden Metro didn’t have dungeons anymore. It was one of the old storage chambers beneath the council hall—stone walls, a bolted door, a single lamp hanging naked from the ceiling. Lena chose it herself. She didn’t want him in a cell that felt like the past. She didn’t want him anywhere that might feel like home.For twelve hours after the shutdown, they left him alone.They had a city to steady.The power came back in pulses across Garden Metro. Lights flickered to life like blinking eyes. People flooded the streets, cheering, weeping, hugging strangers. The blackout had lasted only one night, but it had felt like the end of the world. When the lamps finally glowed steady again, the city grabbed at the illusion that everything was normal.Only the council knew what had been buried under their feet.Lena didn’t sleep. She moved between districts, speaking to ward leaders, calming the frightened, assuring the angry.

The first posters went up overnight.They appeared on brick walls and lamp posts, pasted in corners where rain couldn’t reach, layered over old slogans from the war years. Lena saw one on her way to the council hall the next morning, the glue still damp, the ink sharp and dark.A stylized tower. A circle around it. Beneath, three words in bold, block letters:BRING BACK ORDERDamien ripped it down before she could touch it. “They’re everywhere,” he muttered, crumpling it in his fist. “Markets, tram stops, dock warehouses. Reiss has been busy.”“Or someone working for him,” Lena said, but the distinction felt thin. The message was the same.As they walked, she saw more. Variants. Some with slogans beneath the main line.NO MORE GAMBLING WITH OUR FUTURE WE CAN’T EAT PRINCIPLES QUINN BROKE THE MACHINE – WHO FIXES IT?A few had her face roughly sketched beneath the text. In some, the eyes were scratched out.Vincent met them at the council entrance, a folded leaflet in his hand.“New

The northern gate loomed like a wounded giant when Lena arrived—massive stone pillars casting long shadows across a scene on the verge of tearing itself apart.Shouts collided in the cold morning air. Torches blazed where there should have been lanterns. The smell of sweat and fear clung to everything.Hundreds—no, nearly a thousand—people crowded the road outside the gate. Families with carts stacked with blankets. Children clinging to parents’ sleeves. Elderly men leaning on cracked canes. Their faces were gaunt, hollowed by hunger and loss. They had marched for days, maybe weeks.Banners made of tattered cloth fluttered weakly above the crowd. Not political banners—signs of desperation.“HELP US.” “WE LOST OUR HOME.” “NO WATER, NO FOOD.”At the front of the line, Civic Guard officers formed a barricade—not with weapons drawn, but with shields locked together in a line meant to contain panic.Lena pushed her way through the growing tension, Vincent and Damien at her side.“Report,

Hi Everyone.I hope you are enjoying the second volume of the Who's The Loser Series.I will be taking the rest of the year off to celebrate the holiday season.Rest assured, I will be back at the new year to continue writing this book, among others.There will be more twists and turns along the way.And as always, your support, comments and feedback are always appreciated. Please leave a comment to let me know how I am doing with the story and how I can improve in the future.So until then, I wish you one and all a very blessed Christmas and a Happy New Year.Love,JDHWS