Round 178

Silra's fingers fumbled with her wet shirt buttons—hypothermia aftereffects making coordination clumsy. "I'm not trying to...

Security guards, their flashlights casting eerie shadows on the shed walls, step cautiously inside. One guard's eyes scan the area, his gaze lingering on the stack of pallets and oil drums. The other guard's attention focuses on Jeane, now clad in a thin towel, her teeth still chattering with cold. "Looks like they're just trying to warm up," he mutters, his voice barely audible over the hum of the engines from the nearby emergency services. The guards exchange a skeptical glance, their hands...