Round 4

The shattered glass rains down like frozen tears, each shard a cold promise of violence to come. The silence after is worse than the noise—it gives Halie too much space for her sudden, stupid heroics. "Don't," Jeane growls under her breath, but it's too late. The elf is already moving towards the doorway like some kind of martyr-in-waiting. Typical. Always talking about loyalty and sisterhood when it suits her narrative, but then she pulls this suicidal shit the first time...

My heart hammers against my ribs as I watch Halie stride towards certain disaster. The broken glass crunches beneath her boots, a chilling soundtrack to her foolhardy bravery. "I can't let her do this," I whisper to myself, the words lost in the thunder of my pulse. Jeane's glare cuts into me like a knife, but I feel no fear—only a desperate need to make things right.

Abby steps forward, her voice trembling but resolute as she addresses Jeane. "She won't last two seconds out there alone. We can't let her face this alone." The words hang in the air, heavy with truth and consequence.