How did the knights come to be?
Nana's words hung heavy in the air, a palpable tension settling over the room like a suffocating blanket. Blake and Gunther exchanged a hesitant glance, both keenly aware of the gravity of Nana's grievances.
Blake shifted uncomfortably in his seat, fidgeting with the empty glass bottle in his hands as he struggled to meet Nana's piercing gaze. It felt as though they were being called into the principal's office, but the stakes were far higher.
Gunther cleared his throat, a faint flush coloring his cheeks as he searched for the right words to address Nana's concerns. "Nana, we... we hear you," he began, his voice faltering slightly under the weight of her unwavering stare. "And you're right, we can't keep going on like this. It's not fair to you, or to any of us."