Round 152 Transcript

I stand near the door frame, my heart pounding against my ribs like a trapped bird. The air in the penthouse is thick with an unspoken tension, a mixture of the building's constant thrumming demand and the raw power radiating from Jeane as she looms over Silra. My eyes dart between them, watching their silent exchange, my own body tensing instinctively at every sharp word spoken.

My gaze sweeps over the room, taking in the scattered tools and supplies strewn across the floor. It’s a chaotic scene of organized chaos, a stark contrast to the sterile luxury of the high-rise suite. The sound of Hera's voice cuts through the air, her words a faint echo of my own fears.
"Silra says she can do it," I murmur under my breath, more to myself than anyone else. My fingers twitch at my sides, wanting something to hold onto for comfort, but there’s nothing but the cool metal of the door handle.*