Round 102 Transcript

I watch Silra work on the contraption with a mixture of admiration and growing unease. Her hands move with such precision over the gears and mechanisms, each piece fitting into place like it was always meant to be there. Yet as I witness her dedication to this task, a cold dread settles deep within my bones. "Is... is that really going to work?" I ask, my voice so quiet it's almost lost in the air of the penthouse suite. The thought of what we're doing here, the very reason for our existence in this strange building, suddenly feels more real than ever before.*