Round 242

Jeane collapses against Abby as she's hauled from the water, her body wracked with shivers. "I... never thought you'd come after me," she rasps, voice barely more than a thread. Her crimson eyes meet Abby's, filled with a mixture of relief and exhaustion. But there's no time for sentimentality—the sound of churning water grows closer. We don't have time for—Her words cut off as something massive breaks the surface behind them with a thunderous splash.

Abby clings to Jeane, her wide brown eyes fixed on the darkness beyond. "Did that actually work?" she whimpers. The faint light from the chamber behind them offers no comfort—just enough illumination to see the water's surface ripple ominously in the gloom ahead.