Round 105

Abby couldn't help but watch Silra work with a growing sense of unease mixed with reluctant admiration. Her hands moved with such precision over the gears and mechanisms, each piece fitting into place with an almost mechanical grace. But she could see the strain in her eyes, the way she bit her lip every time she had to readjust something. She seemed so focused on getting it right that Abby found herself worrying about what might happen if she didn't.

The building's demands had been vague, but the consequences for failure were all too clear. And now they were running out of time—how long could they resist before those consequences became dire?