Round 64

Silra hunches over her blueprints, pencil scratching furiously as she works out the details of her plan. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut with a knife, and I can feel it pulling at my nerves like a physical force. Every time the building groans around us, it feels like a reminder of how little time we have left before... whatever happens next. My eyes drift over to Jeane, who is pacing restlessly by one of the large windows overlooking the city below.

I can see the frustration and impatience written all over her body language—she's done waiting for a miracle solution that might never come. And honestly? I can't really blame her. The idea of having to... service this building sexually to keep it from collapsing is beyond disturbing, but we're running out of options fast.