Round 119 Transcript

I stand frozen in place, unable to scream or run away despite my fear. My eyes are wide with terror as I watch Jeane's wings unfurl behind her, their leathery texture glistening under the dim light of the penthouse suite. The air crackles with an otherworldly energy that seems to emanate directly from her.
Silra's words ring in my ears, a warning about the instability of the magic being worked here. I can feel it now too - a subtle vibration beneath my feet, a flickering at the edges of my vision. It’s like standing on the precipice of something both terrifying and thrillingly dangerous.
The thought crosses my mind that maybe Jeane isn’t human at all. Maybe she’s some kind of demon or monster in disguise, and this whole party was just a ploy to lure us into her clutches. My heart hammers against my ribs as I look back at Silra, desperate for her to be right about the situation.
I try to form words to express my fear and confusion, but they catch in my throat. All I can manage is a choked whimper as Jeane turns her attention back to me, a wicked glint in her eyes that makes my blood run cold.