Your eyes widened, a pang of hurt hitting your chest. You had no idea what you did to deserve this. You tried to speak, but the words got stuck in your throat. It felt like the world was crashing down around you.

Gingerbrave stumbled and fell to the ground, and the room remained silent. Everyone continued to glare at him with anger and disgust. It was clear that he was no longer welcome in this place.

Gingerbrave stumbled, his heart sinking as he realized that everyone was against him. He looked around the room, searching for any sign of support or understanding, but found none. The room felt suffocating, and he could feel the weight of their judgment on his shoulders. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. What could he say? How could he explain himself when he didn't even know what he had done wrong?