Disgrace. Humiliation. You can feel their judgement already and none of them have even said anything. Your mere presence was unwelcomed, you were out of place. A being unworthy of even being near the council.

The silence was deafening. Their stares burned straight into your soul.

Finally, the leader spoke.

"Speak." He said. Judging. Waiting. Waiting for you to confess your sins.