Can’t Prove It

Calvin looked around the room, a sinking feeling of worry growing in his chest. Without his amulet, he felt vulnerable and powerless. The ticking of the clock on the wall echoed in the silence, each second passing increasing the pressure he felt. His heart raced as he scanned the faces around him—some curious, some skeptical, and others openly hostile. He stood there, frozen, unable to diagnose anyone in the room without the aid of the system.

Alana, sensing his distress, stepped forward with concern etched on her face. "Calvin, are you okay?" she asked, her voice gentle but anxious. Her eyes were wide with worry, and her hand reached out to touch his arm, offering a semblance of support.

Calvin swallowed hard, his mind racing. "I... I need more time. This pressure... I can't do it under these conditions." His voice was shaky, betraying the confidence he tried to project.

Kevin Lang's laughter cut through the tension like a knife. "More time? What a joke!" he sneered, his voice drippi
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