Clue

The crowded room sung of fear, the feeling weaving itself through the essence of the people who resided there.

No one spoke, a weariness locking in on their bones that sapped their strength. But when the door started to creak, the sound a harsh contrast to the quiet of the room, a few stood,
maybe because their own sort of panic rushed through their veins, but the door wasn't for them.

A woman was pushed through, her composure a stunning contrast to their horror, "I just want to help," came a carefully strung together sentence from a steady tongue.

"No more help," hissed another, this one a shadow, no anger hinted in his words, but he didn't need that to show his fury, "One more word, Ms. Montgomry and I will start shooting."