The fall was not a single moment. It was a season. Protestors gathered outside her tower. Her logo—a golden W inside a circle—was spray-painted over with the word “JUDGE.” Children who once wore her mask now wore black armbands. The media, that great carrion bird, picked apart every rescue, every interview, every tired blink she had ever made in public.
So Wondra did what she always did. She tried to save everyone. Wondra Fall Of A Heroine