***
{Outside The Projection}
The crowd practically facepalmed themselves into the afterlife.
Some nearly collapsed from secondhand embarrassment.
Hell, if the Fam Iblis itself had hands, it would've smacked its own forehead, cracked the crust open, and swallowed them whole just to avoid watching what came next.
And poor Huda—future Huda, standing right there in front of them all with her arms stiff at her sides—looked like someone had just set her dignity on fire.
Her face wasn't just a bright red. No. She managed to exceed all that came before her.
The girl seemed almost to glow, a cute little shining gemstone.
She had a thousand-yard stare, living through a disaster in high-definition—her disaster—and she knew it. Knew it was coming. Had known since the beginning that this bastard of a projection was going to show this moment.
