Round 53

Jeane steps forward defiantly, her wings spreading slightly in a show of dominance despite her naked vulnerability. "Names," the woman commands coldly from her perch on the fire escape railing above. Before Silra can respond with some clever retort, two hooded figures emerge from a van—identical robes, glowing symbols on their forearms. Halia gasps and drops to her knees in what looks like prayer, but Jeane sees it for what it really is: desperate supplication.

This isn't protection anymore. This is containment. Jeane's mind races through escape routes and potential betrayals as she leans against the wall beside Silra, mirroring the rogue's casual posture while her heart hammers in her chest. *The soldiers are backing away, leaving them alone with...