Semua Bab The Curse Between Two Worlds: Bab 21 - Bab 23

The lights were bright—almost too bright. They weren’t the warm kind of lights, not the kind you’d find in a cozy living room or the soft glow of early morning. These were sharp, clinical, designed to illuminate every flaw, every twitch of expression, every fracture in the mask I had so carefully arranged on my face. They hummed faintly, a high-pitched buzz at the edge of hearing, like they were trying to drill into my skull.The camera lens directly in front of me reflected in my eyes like a cold, unblinking pupil. I could see myself in it—posture straight, hands clasped politely in my lap, my expression relaxed. A practiced image. The one I’d been coached on: calm, composed, approachable.But beneath that reflection was the weight of every gaze in the room. The audience sat in rows of shadowed silhouettes, their attention drawn toward the stage like moths to flame. The host beside me—the interviewer—wore a smile so bright it almost blended with the lights above. Behind her, screens