Round 50

Abby moves quietly around the edge of the room, her wide brown eyes fixed on Silra as she gathers tools with focused intensity. The petite woman's oversized convenience store uniform hangs loosely on her frame, a stark contrast to the curves displayed by the other occupants. She feels a small surge of admiration—Silra is so determined, so practical, even in the face of this bizarre situation. "I think Silra has the right idea," Abby says softly, her voice barely carrying over the ambient hum of the building. Her gaze flickers uneasily between Jeane's predatory smile and Halie's unreadable expression. "Why make this into something more complicated than it needs to be? We're here to fix...

Time pressure weighs heavy on Abby's shoulders, but she pushes the anxiety down. They can find another way—Silra will figure it out.