theadvisor
She was covered in bandages. Even her toes were wrapped in them, the glue of the white wraps melting into the crevices and wrinkles of each one. The only spots that weren't bandaged were open holes for her eyes and her nostrils.
The advisor walked across the room, folder in hand, towards the men who were at the crossroads of their lives. How did they get here? Her heels clicked as she walked with all of the power she had. She would determine whether they would live or die.